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Personal Reflective on a Photo

  • Date Submitted: 01/28/2010 03:24 AM
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Photos bring memories back to life. Each photo tells a different story, sometimes things you don’t always like to remember.

The photo that I have chosen is of a young girl in a pretty formal dress. She is holding a packet of Minties, her favourite lollies. Her grandma gave them to her right after she performed in a concert for her dancing school.

Athol Williby School of dance, a place she’d been going to for 3 years, since she was 7 years old. Every Monday her mother would drop her off out the front of the old office building. She’d walk down the laneway round the back, up the old wooden stairs into a change room.

A change room where all the older girls gossiped as she and her friend arrived. Her friend was Melanie, there were best friends since there had both started ballet 3 years before. The young girls looked up to the older girls, not just because they could do all the ballet moves the younger girls couldn’t, because they stood up to themselves when big noise was around. They weren’t afraid of big noise like the younger girls were.

The first time the young girls encountered big noise was at their very first dance concert. Athol Williby School of dance held a dance concert every year for all of it’s student s to show off the hard work they had put in all year. The young girls were really excited because this was there first concert in front of hundreds of people, they didn’t want to get a move wrong. They’d been practising for months in the little old office, also known as the dance school.

Everyone was told to meet at the rear entrance of the theatre at 1.30pm sharp for dress rehearsal. As everyone was arriving the young girls noticed how many people actually went to the dance school. They were shocked; they’d only seen the older girls that gossiped in the change rooms before class.

As the doors opened and everyone moved into the building, a tall lady with red curly hair and a big noise came into view. She was...


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