Being The Youngest Is Not The Best Thing Essay

819 Words Dec 2nd, 2015 4 Pages
From the beginning I do not know if I was planned or not planned, but being the youngest is not the best thing in the world. In 1994, I was two years old when my family; mother, father, older sister, older brother, and I, moved into my grandparents’ house and my grandparents moved into a RV on the same parapet. This plan was set for a short time until my parents get on their own feet to move out again. This shift in my family brought my grandparents and me closer together as a family. I remember many times where my grandmother, Nana, would come in and work at the office and then clean the house, because I never sew my mother clean or pick up after us kids. My grandfather, Papa, owned his own auto shop and worked at home, they are a great term, so when my parents were on a job my grandparents would watch us three until they came back. In 1996, my parents give me a violin for charismas something that I fell in love with and it brought my mother and I close, because she was the one taking me to lessons once a week. When I turned six years old my mother tack me to Portland one day and we sat down in this beautify concert hell, Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, to see the Oregon Symphonic rehearse for one of our concerts. From that moment on I joined Metropolitan Youth Symphony, MYS, in 1998, I was the youngest one to join that year. My mother and I would go to Portland once a week for rehearse and that was my social part for my early childhood to late childhood because I…

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