ed to the Internet for information and upon discovering an online community of break dancers, gathered all the knowledge I could from videos, text posts, and the opinions and advice that the other users provided. This knowledge was wonderful, but I still needed to actually try to break dance. I started with the basics. The fundamental elements of break dancing are hitting beats in music, and moving to the tempo. With a vague understanding of what I needed to do, my initial attempts at the windmill, a power move which requires strength, stamina and skill, were clumsy and robotic. Still, I wasn’t disheartened. I practiced and resolved to learn more.
Like any practiced skill, successfully completing this move would cost me many hours of trial and error, injury, and hard practice. After one month, I could perform a recognizable windmill. All my practicing left me with days of muscle soreness, bruises, burns, scratches, and scars, but I was elated with my progress.
My friends thought I was chasing a foolish dream. But, as they watched me push myself and progress they began to learn alongside me. After a year, I had improved vastly in my skills and was ready to put them to the test.
The next year I entered the dance competition at my school – the same competition that inspired me to break dance. My heart pounded as I began to perform our routine, and my heart rate increased as the moment of my solo inched closer. Finally, it was time. I stepped out to the front and put out everything I had into my performance, ending with the windmills I had spent so many months perfecting. After the show as I walked through the crowd I heard, “Good job, Victor!” and “That was amazing!” I was euphoric that my hard work was rewarded so well. In the end, our group received second place, but my passion was ignited.
Two years after discovering break dancing, my friends and I decided to form the first ever Wootton High School break dancing club. We took on the