In kindergarten, I used to dance a lot. As one of the ‘principle’ dancers throughout my kindergarten career, I was able to hold onto this admirable status as I progressed from one grade to another.

I loved dancing. But I didn’t know why. Now looking back on it, I’ve realized that my kindergarten dance made me feel free. It was genuinely a physical and emotional expression of my childhood innocence and purity. Now in my adulthood, the early innocence and purity have been replaced by various experiences and maturity. I no longer possess the exact untainted liberty as I once had in my dances. My awareness of others’ staring, of the acceptable behaviors of normality, and of the potential consequences, faced by a socially made outcast, has deprived me the willingness to move rhythmically.