I could only watch as my parents sent my friends away. I was to practice the piano, not waste my time watching the hummingbirds go by. I was supposed to be a model student, and digging mud holes was apparently unnecessary in achieving that goal. I was, unlike my friends, going to be someone happy. Except I wasn't.
By keeping me captive, my parents deprived me of a typical childhood, one that could have been filled with the company and laughter of others. My friends no longer wanted to play with me, feeling that I had sidelined them by staying inside. Bitterly misunderstood, I'd instead watch them play from behind the blinds in my bedroom. And between my parents' commitments to work and my infant sister, I was left alone. I made the most of my predicament, however, recruiting a fresh cast of characters to be my friends. After many interviews and callbacks, Mozart, God, and my stuffed panda, Snoopy, were chosen to be my new best friends. …show more content…
Later on when I advanced to more technically difficult repertoire, I couldn't help but stick my tongue out at Mozart, knowing I was leaving his music behind me. When I took up a pair of drumsticks in the sixth grade, I could've sworn I heard him smirk at my demotion. He seemed to know that banging things could only be so graceful when compared to the simultaneous swaying and playing of the piano. When I picked up singing, it was my turn to laugh as I prided myself in being able to jump between different styles of music, unlike Mozart, who worked in only one genre: classical. Sure, his music might have defined a whole era of music, but for me, the small victories counted
By keeping me captive, my parents deprived me of a typical childhood, one that could have been filled with the company and laughter of others. My friends no longer wanted to play with me, feeling that I had sidelined them by staying inside. Bitterly misunderstood, I'd instead watch them play from behind the blinds in my bedroom. And between my parents' commitments to work and my infant sister, I was left alone. I made the most of my predicament, however, recruiting a fresh cast of characters to be my friends. After many interviews and callbacks, Mozart, God, and my stuffed panda, Snoopy, were chosen to be my new best friends. …show more content…
Later on when I advanced to more technically difficult repertoire, I couldn't help but stick my tongue out at Mozart, knowing I was leaving his music behind me. When I took up a pair of drumsticks in the sixth grade, I could've sworn I heard him smirk at my demotion. He seemed to know that banging things could only be so graceful when compared to the simultaneous swaying and playing of the piano. When I picked up singing, it was my turn to laugh as I prided myself in being able to jump between different styles of music, unlike Mozart, who worked in only one genre: classical. Sure, his music might have defined a whole era of music, but for me, the small victories counted