WLE Reflection
On this summer afternoon in 2006, I was sitting in the courtyard of WSPA, my dance studio, with the sweat from practice fifteen minutes ago just beginning to cool off. I sat alone with nothing to entertain me but a game of Snake on my cell phone. My mom had left me a message, saying she was running late because of a long line at the bank, so I was forced to wait.
“Morgan! I’m glad you’re still here! I need you to do me a big favor.” (more…)
