As I sit here fumbling over what to write about and thinking about all of the memorable moments in my life, One memory stands out from the rest. The first time I ever played the cello was breathtaking and I can remember the day clearly as if it was yesterday. The cello added to the quote I’ve always gone by “All things begin small some grow into something bigger and same fade away as if they never existed”. The start was small and steady but the product of it was astonishing and important. Playing the cello made me realize my love for music and the passion I have for it, That’s the reason I’m sharing this with you today, to show time and effort rewarded me with my passion.
The day it all happened was dull the first day of August, overcast and humid. As I laid in a deep exhausted sleep I was awoke by a all too familiar voice my brain registered it as my mom. I sat up opening my eyes slowly they burned and ached from the sunlight that leaked from my curtains and I stared waiting for her to speak. “I’m going to Lonna’s do you want to come?” I thought for only a second then answered with the same response as usual. “No.” I rolled back into my warm blankets of safety and comfort listening to my mom’s footsteps around the house as she gathered everything and got ready to leave. I laid there unable to drift back to sleep and finally rolled out of my sheets …show more content…
We held small conversations but nothing too deep or personal she showed me the downstairs, but I went straight back upstairs and rushed to her room finding what forced me to leave my house. The cello, i walked over to the corner of her pink bedroom and looked at the black case resembling the looks of a cello and looked at her “May I?” She nodded and unzipped the case pulling out a mahogany colored cello two black curled designs on each side making the color of the body stand
The day it all happened was dull the first day of August, overcast and humid. As I laid in a deep exhausted sleep I was awoke by a all too familiar voice my brain registered it as my mom. I sat up opening my eyes slowly they burned and ached from the sunlight that leaked from my curtains and I stared waiting for her to speak. “I’m going to Lonna’s do you want to come?” I thought for only a second then answered with the same response as usual. “No.” I rolled back into my warm blankets of safety and comfort listening to my mom’s footsteps around the house as she gathered everything and got ready to leave. I laid there unable to drift back to sleep and finally rolled out of my sheets …show more content…
We held small conversations but nothing too deep or personal she showed me the downstairs, but I went straight back upstairs and rushed to her room finding what forced me to leave my house. The cello, i walked over to the corner of her pink bedroom and looked at the black case resembling the looks of a cello and looked at her “May I?” She nodded and unzipped the case pulling out a mahogany colored cello two black curled designs on each side making the color of the body stand