Personal Narrative: How Music Changed My Life

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All throughout my life, everything was continuously changing whether it was my location, school, the people around me, or how I was feeling. For years my parents and I moved regularly, we never lived in one place much longer than a year. Many days I spent with my grandmother, therefore when I became old enough, I was home schooled by her. A few years later when I was around eight years old, my grandmother became my legal guardian and I ended up living with her. While under her care, I ended up changing my schooling three more times and moving again. During the time I was living with her, I had lost contact with both of my parents, which was extremely difficult for me to deal with.
In the midst of these changes, I had one constant thing in my life, music. Long before I was able to understand what many songs meant, I have been in love with music. The times that I resided with my parents, I was surrounded by music. In addition to listening, my father played the guitar daily and sometimes played with a band. If my father was in a band, I would go with him when they would practice to watch and listen. Once I began living with my grandmother, music is how I dealt with the feeling of missing my parents. Whenever I felt alone or yearning for one of my parents I would listen to music and would become lost in it.
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The artists I listened to were from a variety of genres, allowing me to experience many different emotions and reach new levels of appreciation. Consequently, I attempted to reach out and learn to play an instrument. At the age of ten, I began taking lessons in order to learn how to play the violin. After two years of violin lessons, I also began learning to play the piano. However, my grandmother could no longer afford for me to take lessons after my third year. Although I had continued practicing for quite some time, I had to stop due to a fault with my violin which we could not afford to

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