When I was growing up I took ballet class, and I remember it was the finale my left arm up and it was like I can't even tell it was up unless my mom told me, we weren't sure what was going on I don't have a key. A couple weeks later I fell right on my face submit floor There are no plans in the floor in the ground smooth and I have bruises on my arm and face. Every day no matter what I shared my story of Dystonia. I still have a picture of that big dream is ..,, to meet people with Dystonia since I was the only one with Dystonia at my school. Now as an 18 year old I am always positive no matter what I feel inside and outside of me