Growing up I never liked playing sports with all of the other kids in my grade. It was always fun but, I never like the fact that the coaches made you look stupid if you made one small mistake. Even though I didn’t like the coaches, I still tried every sport that was offered to me. I played baseball,basketball and football growing up. I enjoyed them but I was never fully satisfied by them deep down inside. I longed for something that would give me a sense of satisfaction like I was actually accomplishing something when I completed it, but what would do that for me?
I remember sitting in Mrs.Daniels class in my fifth grade year of elementary school. Mrs.Daniels stood up and had announced to the class we would be given one of two choices. The …show more content…
So I did as I was instructed, and opened the box to find a long black piece of plastic sitting in it. I pulled it out and looked at this weird contraption, finally someone raised their voice and asked Mr.Hall what the heck is this thing? He answered and said “Son that's a recorder.” I looked at the end and noticed there was one huge hole and, I noticed down the side there were a number of many smaller holes descending down the instrument. So I did what anyone at this point would do, I put my mouth on the hole and blew absolutely as hard as I could. And let me tell you the sound that came out was not too …show more content…
Hall not only taught me music but he taught me alot about things in life too. This day's holds more than just one reason why it was so important, and the other is Mr. Hall. From my fifth grade year, to my eleventh grade year Mr. Hall was my favorite teacher at Red Level. I called him my musical grandfather. Mr.Hall’s wife passed away of cancer, and his children all lived in Tennessee. He lived alone with a pug named Mr. Wrinkles. He was a rough man on the outside, but inside he is one of the nicest men I have ever met. As a young kid I never really had confidence in my abilities as a musician, or anything else
I remember sitting in Mrs.Daniels class in my fifth grade year of elementary school. Mrs.Daniels stood up and had announced to the class we would be given one of two choices. The …show more content…
So I did as I was instructed, and opened the box to find a long black piece of plastic sitting in it. I pulled it out and looked at this weird contraption, finally someone raised their voice and asked Mr.Hall what the heck is this thing? He answered and said “Son that's a recorder.” I looked at the end and noticed there was one huge hole and, I noticed down the side there were a number of many smaller holes descending down the instrument. So I did what anyone at this point would do, I put my mouth on the hole and blew absolutely as hard as I could. And let me tell you the sound that came out was not too …show more content…
Hall not only taught me music but he taught me alot about things in life too. This day's holds more than just one reason why it was so important, and the other is Mr. Hall. From my fifth grade year, to my eleventh grade year Mr. Hall was my favorite teacher at Red Level. I called him my musical grandfather. Mr.Hall’s wife passed away of cancer, and his children all lived in Tennessee. He lived alone with a pug named Mr. Wrinkles. He was a rough man on the outside, but inside he is one of the nicest men I have ever met. As a young kid I never really had confidence in my abilities as a musician, or anything else