I remember the first time I saw someone move like they were from
another planet, I couldn't keep my eyes away. I was little mom took
me to a jam session in the neighborhood, it started off small but
word spread and soon some of the best dancers around were showing
up to compete in something they eventually called the streets. It
became home, I got a front row seat to history. I wanted to glide
and spin and fly like they did, but it didn't come easy. My mom
would tell me
don't give up, just be you, because life's too short to be anybody
else.
She was right. When I was 16 my mom got sick and in a couple months
she was gone. Everything changed, including the streets. – step
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