fix bar
fix bar
fix bar
fix bar
fix bar
fix bar

A Dance Comeback Aspen Lytle Pridmore,Montserrat Gordon Sambalido

A Dance Comeback
Imagine. Create. Share.
Since 2008, the Kids4Kids My Story Creation annual story writing and illustration competition has provided primary students across Hong Kong with a creative platform that enables the budding writers and artists to imagine, create and share their stories.
This story was written and illustrated by kid(s) who participated in the Kids4Kids annual 'My Story Creation competition'. We hope to celebrate all the kids who used their creativity and imagination to create a story by giving them an opportunity to custom print their story, and be able to share and inspire other kids to create their own story.
Proceeds from the sale of this custom print story will help fund the Literacy Development Programmes at Kids4Kids to provide creative learning opportunities to low resourced communities in Hong Kong. By buying a Kids4Kids custom print story, you are not only applauding the future artists & authors of Hong Kong but you are also making a difference in a child’s life!
想像•創作•分享
自二零零八年起,童協基金會每年均舉辦「我的故事創作」比賽,藉此為全港小學生提供發揮創意的平台,並讓這些正在萌芽的小畫家和小作家分享他們創作的故事。
這本故事集是「我的故事創作」比賽的參賽作品,我們希望透過印製故事集來嘉許及分享創作者的努力成果,並藉此鼓勵更多兒童進行故事創作。
這本故事集的銷售收益將用於資助童協基金會的讀寫發展項目,為在資源匱乏環境下學習的學童提供支援。你的慷慨支持不僅鼓勵香港未來的畫家和作家,也為有需要的學童帶來希望!

It was competition day.
I was stretching when Mrs. Sarah called “Ariana!!!” I jumped up. It was my turn to go on stage.
I skipped to my spot on the black stage.
Halfway through my routine it happened…

On the last leap of my step-ball change I fell on my ankle.
Time stopped.
“AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” I shrieked in pain.
I heard Cleo, “Ari! Ariana!!”
“What?!?” I looked around, not sure of where I was.
“Where were you? It was like you were off with the fairies. Also, good news! You have a solo!!!!!!!” Cleo squealed.

“WHAT!??!? A SOLO?!?!”
“Yes! How exciting!”
'No!' I thought.
“Are you afraid about breaking your ankle ag-ain? Seriously, that was a year ago. Plus, you got some skillzzz,” Cleo encouraged.
“But it was such a bad break I had to wear a brace, gurl,” I mimicked.

When I got home I told my mom about the solo.
“Nice job! Are you excited?” Mom asked.
“Totally!!” I lied and scurried to my room.
I'm even more nervous; Mom is a professional dancer! She was on "Dancing with the Stars!" It will be a pretty big deal if I lose.

The next day I got my music and choreography.
“Yes!” I pumped my fist in the air, “New Rules!!!!!!!!”
At least I'll be listening to my favorite song for the next month.
“Ariana, let's practice,” Mrs. Sarah said sternly, “The rest of you, studio B, SKIDADDLE!!!”

That night I lay awake wondering, 'Why me!? I will break all of my bones!!'

A week later, I was improving... but not good enough to do a solo.
I entered the studio and stretched. I whipped out my phone and played "`New Rules."
I danced, but my heart was not in it. All I wanted to do was go home and cry.

The night before the competition. I was crying in my pillow when mom came into my room.
“Honey?” Mom said softly, “Time for dinner.”
“Mom. I need to talk to you about something,” I whispered.
“Sure, what do you need to talk about?” Mom asked as she sat on my bed.

“I don't want to do the solo,” I mumbled.
“What, why?!?” Mom asked.
“You know why,” I sighed.
“You're still hung up on that? If you really think you can't do it, then don't do it. But the rest of us, we believe you can do it.”

“You think I became the dancer I am today by quitting? No, I didn't, I persevered. I think you should too,” Mom encouraged.
“But I'm still scared.”
“I know. And to overcome that, you have to perform.”
I sighed. I knew she was right, so I agreed to do it.

So I did it. I performed.
The music played and I danced my heart out.
I didn't break any bones! It was awesome!
Guess what?!? Ya gurl won first place in solos.
“I told you you could do it,” Mom gushed.
“You just had to mention that, didn't you?” I chuckled.

Written & illustrated by 文•圖

Aspen Lytle Pridmore

Montserrat Gordon Sambalido