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Music : My Passion Of Music In My Life

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Ever since I was in my mother’s womb, music was a part of me. Music was a part of me because of my dad. He has been playing the guitar and singing even before him and my mom even met. I remember listening to stories on how when my mom was pregnant with me, he would play music and I would kick like crazy. Because of this, music was in my blood. I felt destined to play music. Turns out music became my passion. Listening to music and eventually playing it became my everything. When I was younger I was taught how to play a few instruments. One of those being the piano. When I first started lessons, I hated it. The reasoning behind this was because of my teacher. After I found a new teacher, I became to love it. I loved it so much that I took piano lessons for five years. I would play for different events at church and during service. Despite all the time and money spent on learning how to play this instrument, I got tired of it. So I then decided to quit.
Then on May 23, 2013, a package arrived at my house. It arrived in a big box and I was so excited to see what it was, I wanted to open it so badly. But I couldn’t, because at my house we had a rule, if your name wasn’t on the package you couldn’t open it. I waited anxiously for my dad to come home so he could open the package. I was waiting around like a little kid on Christmas. Finally my dad came home. He then got his exacto knife and began cutting. It felt like he was taking forever. Once he cut it open I started throwing packing peanuts everywhere. After throwing what felt like millions of packing peanuts was another box. I lifted that box so gently, as if I was carrying a baby. I lifted the top and there it was, one of the most beautiful things I had seen. The ukulele was outlined with a beautiful jade mosaic pattern. The outer part of it and the sound hole was covered with this pattern. The ukulele itself was a tan color. It had a gloss on top which made it shine. It was so beautiful.
I then picked it up and attempted to play with it, even though I had no idea what I was doing. The sound was not melodic, the sound made me want to crush it into millions of pieces. Part of that being it was not tuned and also because I did not know how to play. When it

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