Today is take your child to work day and my job today is to write a blog. I have never written a blog before, because I’m 11, but here it goes. My name is Dana and I’m in 6th grade at Sarasota School of the Arts and Sciences. I may seem like an average 11-year-old, but there’s something that most people don’t know about me: I love to fly. Yes, I said fly. I am in a very unique program called “The Circus Arts Conservatory,” also known as “Sailor Circus,” which is made up of 4th through 12th graders. At circus, they have a big trapeze that is more than 40ft up in the air. Yes, there is a net.
I got interested in circus because of my Aunt Jessie. She did tissue, which is also known as silks. It was really cool watching her twist up in the sky with all of her other friends. Thanks to Aunt Jessie, when I was old enough, I signed up for circus right away. I had no idea of the journey ahead of me.
My first day at the circus, I felt the pressure of the thoughts running through my mind: “What if no one likes me? What if I fall?!” I walked in with my big unitard and leggings and my heart stopped when everybody looked at me. Well, that’s what it felt like, but it turns out that all of the worrying was for nothing! I just walked in there and made some of the best friends ever. The coaches told me what to do and how to do it and I loved it!
Once I got comfortable, learned my way around and learned some of the lingo, I started to join more classes. The first class I joined was the Circus Sampler class. I tried the globe, which is a big cement ball that you stand AND walk on. I tried the wire, which is way harder than it looks. And then there’s the hammock. The hammock is really a hammock, but you don’t take a nap on it. Instead, you twist around in it and you do a lot – and I mean a lot – of tricks.
But what I really wanted to do was the Flying Trapeze. During the first class of trapeze, one of my coaches accidentally gave me the wrong time and neglected to tell me that the class was for more advanced people. My heart was racing as I climbed this 40 foot tall wobbly, metal ladder. My palms were sweaty and then the What If’s came back: “What if I make a fool of my self? What if I embarrass myself?!” Again, all that worrying was for nothing. I climbed up to the board and watched the person in front of me swing. They were so good! Alright, it was my turn. I put the safety lines on and some chalk on my hands. I put both hands on the trapeze bar and I flew off of the board. I felt like a bird soaring though the air and I kicked really hard, forward and back to keep my swing up. And then, I had to get off. The only way off is down. I had to do my first drop. People said that was the scariest part. So, I listened to the coach count me down.“In 3…2…1…” I let go and landed on my stomach and my face. I have to admit, it was pretty funny when I watched the video, but I did It!
I learned you can do anything you put your mind to and don’t ever be afraid. The worry is all in your mind.
Dana Habedank | CW44 Tampa Bay