![]() "What? Don't be ridiculous, Son! No boy like you is going to make it as a dancer!"īut that's not what he had asked. That is, until he asked his mom if he could enroll in dance lessons like many of his female friends, and her words crushed his little ten-year-old heart. Any way he could get himself moving, he did, and it made him happier than he could possibly express. He knew his positions in ballet, his poses in yoga, had developed a great sense of balance, and he stretched every day to keep himself flexible. By 8, he could do the moonwalk, even on carpet, and by 9, he could hold a handstand for a few seconds, plenty long enough to go into another move. By age 7, Henry could do a cartwheel and summersault with ease. He practiced both in secret and with his friends, trying to nail the moves he saw on those weird dance shows he saw on tv, as well as talking to his female friends who told him all about what happened in their dance classes. Whenever his favorite song came on the radio, he couldn't help but shuffle back and forth, or at least tap his foot to the beat of the music. Ever since Henry was a child, he knew he loved to dance.
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