Narrative Essay: My Favorite Mistake

My Favorite Mistake It seems like everyone has a special talent. At annual school talent shows I would come up empty handed trying to think of what I could perform. It seemed as though I didn’t have any talents that I could perform. I received outstanding grades, I could easily comprehend literature, and I was quick at solving math problems, but I couldn’t perform any of those talents for an audience. I blame myself for my lack of performing talent. I once was an excellent pianist. The notes came easily to me. It was as if they flowed right through my brain and to my fingers. Until I decided to throw in the towel. I started piano lessons in first grade. My older sister was in piano lessons before me, and I often would listen to …show more content…
I’d walk in, sit down at the piano, and get out my books. We would go through exercises in my practice book, working on different skills and techniques. Then we would move on to my favorite part, practicing the music I’d be playing at our next recital. If I struggled, I would work my way through it and then start over again. Eventually, when I had memorized the notes and had it close to perfection, Mrs. Loucks would join in with her part. Her part always sounded so much better and the notes looked so confusing. I remember wishing I could fast forward and be able to play like her. In those first few years I would try to practice everyday when I got home to make sure my piece for the spring recital sounded perfect. I wanted to be just as good as the older …show more content…
I started to dread going to practices. I’m not sure what caused my lack of spirit. I could have been that I didn’t have my sister to compete with anymore, or that we were getting into the harder notes and techniques. That year I would be learning how to play with my left hand simultaneously with my right. The first time I tried, it I got very frustrated. It seemed as if my left hand couldn’t move on it’s own. I struggled with being able to play at different speeds and with different notes with both of my hands. That year, I would “forget” to practice for weeks at a time. I didn’t have the same determination that I used to. Eventually, I decided that I wanted to quit my