As a kid, I was never wealthy enough to buy a guitar, or even drums. My parents were very religious, and didn't believe in dancing or music. I had to grow up with sticks, and the concrete in my back yard. Although I had trees that I could run to and beat on. It was such a great time, and one of the most favorable parts throughout my life. I once found a tambourine in the middle of the street, it had no bells on it. So I would go throughout the neighborhood chasing cats for their collars, so I would just take the bells off them. I always hid my makeshift tambourine in the dirt, and dug it back up to play it again. Until one day I decided to hide it within my mothers garden, and the next morning she beat me with it, and the sound of those bells turned to instant hate as they slammed into my buttocks.
It wasn't until I was 15 when I went to my cousins birthday party, and he had a pinata. I was surprised my mother brought me because she didn't want me around candy, she always told me it was the devil. My mother wasn't around at that point, so I asked if I could have a turn. Around an oddly 15 minutes later, I was given a bat, and all the hate from that tambourine came to me. I slammed that cold steel baseball bat at the pinata. I decapitated it with one swing. I was thrilled, and I saw everyone jumping on this bright little orange triangular shaped plastic with a small white fan on it. I took the bat, and hit one kid who had jumped on it. Instantly, I took this wonderful piece of God. But one boys parent took me by my hand and I had dropped this gift from heaven. I pulled him with me, and I as I fell, my mouth slammed into the dirt, and I had this instrument inside of my mouth. They proceeded to take what was mine from me. I swallowed it, and instantly, my voice would be animated. From that day, I still never had any surgeries to my stomach. My favorite musical instrument is the "Kazoo".
It wasn't until I was 15 when I went to my cousins birthday party, and he had a pinata. I was surprised my mother brought me because she didn't want me around candy, she always told me it was the devil. My mother wasn't around at that point, so I asked if I could have a turn. Around an oddly 15 minutes later, I was given a bat, and all the hate from that tambourine came to me. I slammed that cold steel baseball bat at the pinata. I decapitated it with one swing. I was thrilled, and I saw everyone jumping on this bright little orange triangular shaped plastic with a small white fan on it. I took the bat, and hit one kid who had jumped on it. Instantly, I took this wonderful piece of God. But one boys parent took me by my hand and I had dropped this gift from heaven. I pulled him with me, and I as I fell, my mouth slammed into the dirt, and I had this instrument inside of my mouth. They proceeded to take what was mine from me. I swallowed it, and instantly, my voice would be animated. From that day, I still never had any surgeries to my stomach. My favorite musical instrument is the "Kazoo".