I knew my mom did gymnastics by the time when I was 1 3/4 year old, as well as ballet first. She took me to gymnastics. I wanted to stay in it to get very healthy and attractive, as well as strong and slender. She knew I was interested in more than just strength and physical activity. I thought I might get tired doing both gymnastics and ballet. Obviously, I thought I'd be more special in gymnastics than ballet, and I knew I could do other things later, as well as my dad being in on this fact. So, I thought we'd live it steady and I'd just do more gymnastics if I wanted to lose a little weight or be more "amazing." So, I did it at age 1 3/4 until 8, when I turned 9. At some point, my mom sorta confided in me to do it as attractive and accurate and I guess like as strong as I could, if I was into a love for movement other than just to be moving and strong. I didn't compete because I just wanted it to be attractive and maybe not get sloppy, since I wasn't interested in it more than to be attractive. People liked to compete because you could learn a little dance. That's not much. However, I was sad I couldn't go every day when I was older. I couldn't really do what was asked, but I was the best.