Somewhere in this blog I discussed my frustration with music, how I've always wanted to play the violin. Well, just in case this seems like an exaggeration, here's my proof:
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Believe it or not, I'm only five in this picture. The reason I'm certain is because of three things: 1) The location - this was taken at the very first apartment I grew up in. 2) The leotard I was wearing (yes, that blue thing's a leotard, good thing I had the good sense to wear shorts!) 3) The fact that I was holding the toy violin with my right hand and the bow with my left. During that time I was still ambidextrous, and grade school teachers were the ones who insisted I use only my right hand for writing. By the time I was seven, I couldn't write with my left hand without each letter looking as if they'd gotten into a serious accident.
It didn't stop with the violin though. Here I am with my maternal grandmother, busy playing with my toy keyboard:
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| I miss Lola. |
I remember being ecstatic when I received those toys. They were battery operated and pretty loud, so I drove my mother crazy, following her around the house playing with one or the other, singing at the top of my lungs. I never really learned to play a song aside from "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star", so I must've annoyed my ma to no end. Hahaha.
So anyway, nowadays I'm slowly learning to play the violin, thanks to my patient mentor and my supportive mom and best friends. Here's hoping I'll be able to play a whole sonata someday.
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