First off I would like to say I didn't find music until about last year. It just wasn't a big part of my life. I'm not saying I didn't like to listen because of course I did. I'm saying I never understood music. Never knew where it came from. Never knew how people poured their soul into the words that came out. Never paid attention. Then an event happened and it changed that. I went home, devastated, and wanted to get my mind off of it. So I founnd a radio. I turned it on and BAM! it hit me right in the face. I then realized that music wasn't just something to please the ears, it was much more. It was feelings put into a language that anyone could understand.
Music also played an important role in my childhood. At my old elementary school, when you were in the forth grade you were allowed to start learning to play the violin. I went home and asked my mom if I could and she said yes and gave me my brothers old one. Didn't even bother to check inside. So I get to school, ready for the first lesson, open the case and the violin is broken into 3 pieces. Heartbreaking. I was so embrassed.
I didn't get back into music until the next year when they let you play brass instruments. My moms boyfriend gave me one of his old trumpets. It was incredible. The actual trumpet was a little rusty but it played great. I played it all the way until the middle of 6th grade. I quit that year because when I swiched schools, everybody made fun of me there and I got bullied a lot. Having an instrument just made it worse so I stopped. Still have the trumpet. Never even touch it anymore.
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