10, Currumbin Valley
My dance memory is about the flower I received after my first concert when I was about three. After the performance on the big stage with all the bright lights shining in our eyes, each little dancer was given a medal and a flower. My flower was bright red and pinky purple and I loved it. When I got home, I was so happy I was leaping around and dancing in the kitchen with the flower! Then... SNAP! The flower stem broke and my face turned pale. I was very upset. Luckily, I still have my medal and my special memories.