Danielle Freitag, LADCD
There once was a little girl who loved to sing and dance. At first, she would twirl around the house like a ballerina without ever thinking she needed to have anyone to dance with, or for. This little girl was me, and like so many young girls, I had taken years of dance lessons–jazz, tap, and ballet. As a young girl, there was innocence in the way that I moved.
My song and dance was eventually stolen. Over a progression of time, what was once innocent, became compromised.