I dance again

yesterday I went to ballet lessons in my dance club in ludwigsburg. My feet have been itching for the pirrouettes, the jumps, the excercises on the "stange", jsut as my body has yearned or complete control, form finertips, to body weight to non sticking out body parts, to head motions, everything has to be paid attetion to at once.
yes, i used to dance. i started before I can remember, i must have been 5 or 6 years old. I vaguely remmember my first ballet school, it was near to where ISS is now, but when the teacher changed, i went somewhere closer to home. of this i remember much, plastic fingernails, a new colour each week, pointing my arms, my stomach, my neck, my bum, correcting my heels to point forewards. then her voice, a slight foreign accent, and rather strict. she made the girls cry a couple of times, but not me, as far as i can remember. I was always good, never the best, but good. I stopped when I hit puberty. It was too much peer pressure saying ballet was stupid, i didnt like the other girls there, had no connection with them. thats something which i thnk i could now get along with, btu not insecure me at 12 years of age.
The ballet fever never rerally left me. it was my ballet teacher who encouraged my mum to buy me my first latin shoes, when we met her coincidentally downtown. On her advice from then, i started up dancing more intensely again, with the formation, and now im back where i started: ballet.
Its scary to realise how much i have forgotten. the french names of the excercises sound familiar though, in a really good way. my new teacher, male, american and also with a foreign accent noticed that. yesterday, when i sneaked into the beginners group, and then watched the advanced one, he called me over and told me my body was good for ballet. I was happy, even more so as it seems like i will be better than an S class latin dancer, who started with me yesterday. im still rubbish at latin, so that gave me a bit of an ego boost.
so lets see where it gets me. I enjoyed the almost empty class (5 including me, 4 in the advanced class), which means everyone can be paid special attention to and left with the promise of coming by next week as well.