Dance Shoes: I Prefer Paws

I have been dancing for 14 years, you can imagine that I experienced countless pairs of dance shoes. As the demand for various dance shoes continues to increase, as you get older, try various shoes and brands. In the past few years, I had the opportunity to try three kinds of dance shoes. These preferred dance shoes - Foot Thongs, Foot Undies, Paws - are the same type of shoes, but appearance, price and function are different.

The shoes were broken on the first day of Singapore dance event The price of the new shoes is $ 90 (I am very fortunate that the event manager also sells dance shoes Hello, a stylish culture difference! ) 25 dollars, I forgot that the dress code is black pants, so I only have to go to H & M to buy jeans and to buy my new pants in the morning of the game. I desperately desperately whipped the doubles and news in the locker room and my friend wondered if the tights broke the spirit of the "black pants" rule. They are black.

When I first saw fancy red shoes, it seemed missing with my own bare feet, but I danced happily with them. Many girls began wearing beautiful red shoes, everyone seemed to be dancing like the water under the sun. My ordinary feet seems to be sinking but still I jumped. My mother put on red shoes for the first time. She was so beautiful and happy that I sang and started dancing. I was wearing beautiful red shoes for the first time I was wearing what my mother left behind for me They were hiding in my closet for many years. I grabbed a gemstone strap around my ankle and felt a strong energy cover around me. For the first time for the first time, confidence made me dazzle, my soul felt like dancing; a small voice in my heart stopped me and warned me about the result.

In March I decided to go with a friend to a country club, but I was wearing the wrong dance shoes. Okay, I will never dance with a star performer, but I like to swing anyway. Yes, I can dance as clearly as now, but this is not a point. I love to dance! When I was dancing that evening that night, I drank a glass of wine and finally hurt my knees. I actually rip ACL. On the same night, on the way to the emergency room, all the cars ... When I got hurt, I was not worried about Monday 's work, because I could not take a step for the knees I did not worry about being able to stand there. It can not be bent. I thought, "Because it hurts, how can I stop it?" I think about one step at a time rather than thinking about what happened Monday or next week, or entering ideas. I know I need to sit, I need ice.