My passion for dance began when I was 5 years old. I began with the foundation of ballet. Free classes were given at my elementary school by the grouchiest ballet instructor, may God Bless her soul, in deed she was talented! My mom took advantage as we didn’t have the financial means otherwise. I then followed in my cousins footsteps in learning Mambo and Cha-Cha at Starlite Dance Studios with the best Salsa instructor, Eddie. He was so darn fun and the best teacher I probably had other than David Melendez who he may Rest In Peace, will always be missed. I had the chance to perform at Puerto Rican Day Parades, NYC South Street Seaport (met Rosie Perez lol), Six Flags and other events. In addition, I had the privilege to learn contemporary dance during the summer with my own dance teacher who I unfortunately backed away once I thought her opportunities were far too fetched for me…as sometimes when you’re a teenager, you can’t see the bigger picture. I thought I was dancing for my mom, I thought it was her dream. Now I see, it really all along was mine. It’s never too late to return. It took me becoming disabled to open my eyes. But I’m not giving up. I’m returning.