Female

26

When I was seven years old, my parents and their office friends were having a party. They invited a guy who plays the dombak and sang slow traditional Persian songs. We all sat around and listened to him sing his song and play his drum. As he played, the music shook my core and the rhythm pulled me off my seat. My mind was going nuts because I knew even as a kid that this was not appropriate and I would be embarrassed if I were to start dancing. The feeling was much too strong, my arms were lifted in the air by an imaginary force, my hands twirling, my little butt shaking, so the drummer played faster and faster. Everyone started clapping and yelling bravos and hurrahs and my mother and father were laughing with joy. Nothing else mattered but dancing in that moment. I was happy. At seven years old, I was already who I was going to be: A dancer, a perfomer, an entertainer, spontaneous, fun, fancy free, and totally in love with life.
I think that's a pretty good explanation to start with.