I had my first taste of Ukrainian dance when I was around 3 or 4 years old...

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When I was about 5 years old, my parents decided that instead of being with their adorable son every Tuesday night, they would enroll me into a Ukrainian dancing group called Verchovyna. What a fantastic idea that was. For the next 13 years, my Tuesday nights consisted of stuffing my face with dim sims from the Chinese shop next door, dancing and then watching survivor. This created lasting friendships with a crazy bunch of people, allowed me to develop my fitness levels and provided me with wild memories.

When I was 4, I remember watching my older brother practising Ukrainian dance with a group of kids, it was then, that I became a Ukrainian dancer. Since that day...

I started Ukrainian dancing, I think, when I was about halfway through primary school. It was something I had been wanting to do for a while. I had a few older cousins who I got to see performing at all these concerts with their colourful costumes to all this beautiful music, I had been nagging my parents for some time to let me start before I actually did.

When I was seven years old I kept bringing home books about ballet from the library, so my parents decided to enrol me in ballet classes. Dancing was a great after school hobby all through school, but I didn’t take it seriously until I was sixteen.