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As a child, my family went to church quite often. My grandmother always taught me that wanting to do something is one thing, doing it is another. There was a competition the church would take a group of kids to where you could do various activities and singing was all I wanted to do. Being young, I was hesitant because in my mind there was a lack of skill. All year was practicing and training my vocal chords to win first and of course I did not succeed on my first attempt, I was only eight when the realization came to me that singing was my passion. It was only two years prior that music became a focal point of my life. From the moment that was realized I tried every year to make it to the first place spot. Now this was not an easy task, you

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