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    Dancing feet (eStory part 1)

    I used to love watching the crowd of dancers, and cheerleaders dance through the streets of my local town parade. I was 4, and every year that I could make it (which was a hit or miss between weekly hospital visits) I would on with wide eyes asking my mum to let me join, but she never really took me serious, or at least that was my perspective. Little did I realise that she was just being protective of her daughter who had many health challenges to fight. I still remember moments of being in a blue light ambulance having the paramedic fuss all over me, with masks and needles,…