Over the summer between seventh and eighth grade, the summer of 2012, my father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Now I'm a dancer, and have been since I was four. I've done tap and jazz since then and dabbled in a few other styles, but tap is my favorite style. Anyways, he was diagnosed July sixth, the Friday of the first week of dance camp. We had ballet on Mondays, modern on Tuesdays and Fridays, tap (with the best tap teacher you're going to find) on Wednesdays, and "Broadway Tap and Jazz" on Thursdays with Rocket Brittney Lentz. We would get there at nine in the morning, have a half an hour of stretching and some strength work, then have the class for two and a half hours until lunch, where we'd have pizza on Fridays and various classes after. It was in modern class with Miss Sandy on the second week of camp with a point that sticks out prominently in my mind now. This particular teacher is big on stories and questions. She'd stop class to tell us a story, such as a girl dancing into a tree in her Christmas performance and not being able to get out, or ask us a question, or a combination. One time when we were between exercises or had finished warming up or were perhaps just interrupted, she asked where everyone was going that summer. I was towards the end of the room, and therefore one of the last to be called out. Some of the other girls had said some really cool plans, such as going to Ireland or Washington D.C.. But me? I was stuck in the terrifying reality that seemed like a nightmare or a book in reality. Of course, we had no traveling plans that summer. Despite this fact, as I thought of possible answers, a rather good one crossed my mind. You see, I have been fond of reading for years. It occupies a majority of my free time, and if it isn't the book itself that occupies my free time, it's likely something related to the book. I said my answer and she smiled, probably causing me to blush. She repeated it a couple times and told me she really liked that answer and had never heard anything like it. My answer?
"Wherever my books take me."