Harmful Decision

A personal narrative that was an assigment for school.

��������Kids in elementary school would always want to play, play, play. They would do homework, but would have to be reminded many times by their parents. They would play video games, party, watch TV, run around, or play with their friends. When I was in 3rd grade, I was forced into piano lessons. I looked at my mom aghast. Obviously, I was rebellious to my mom after I found out. At first, going to piano lessons was dreadful to me, but later, someone realized that this skill will actually give me power and more respect.

��������Of course, I was at the age when I would just want to play and watch T.V. But the first day I found out that I was going to attend piano lessons was ugly. We drove to the piano teacher's house, which is located near Silver Creek High School. The piano teacher was obviously overweight but not obese. His hair is askew in a weird way. His voice wasn't deep as my dad's or any other man. He looks certainly young, but he is actually over forty. He certainly didn't look like a pauper, he had a tie and everything. After the first piano lessons, I already hated my teacher. I never wanted to go near a piano.

��������My piano lessons were on Mondays at 3:30 to 4:30 PM. My older twin sister, my younger brother, and I all take piano lessons in that hour. It was a very tight schedule. The price for each lessons was $12. I was always the first one up on the piano and I hated that. When I play, I make careless mistakes, my teacher had to help me fix my mistakes. Week after week, my life was decaying. I hated my life because of the nonstop piano lessons. I never practiced at home. The vexation I felt never disappeared. One day, I decided to tell my mom how I felt.

��������"Mom, I don't want to play the piano anymore." I said, looking at my mom with my piercing eyes. My mom immediately stood up from her chair and said "No. You need this skill."

��������My anger went up my chest and I yelled "I don't need it! I only need education!". My mom ignored me and walked away. I clenched my hands into fists and stood there. I knew I had to just live on with it.
��������Two year passed. I continued going to piano lessons, but I was still at beginner-advanced level. One day at my youth group, there was a boy who was a year older than me. He was playing a beautiful piece on the piano. I recgonize the song from the popular song called 'Tong Hua' (Fairytale) by Guang Liang (Michael Wong). Many people started to crowd around the piano and the boy who was playing the song. After the praising, he stood up and walked away from the gamut. He looked embrassed of the adulation. The privation of his life was what I yearn. Why can't I play like that, I asked myself. I finally realized that not practicing the piano was ruinous.
��������As soon as I got home, I ran to the piano and practiced the piece I was told to practice. Right after playing it a few times, I turned on my computer and printed out 'Tong Hua' by Guang liang. I looked at the piece and said to myself , "I will play this." I convinced myself that the prospects of me being able to play like that boy are good. My time on the piano was exorbitant. I was desperate to play the piano like that boy. Two more years passed, I was in 7th grade. I signed up for the talent show and passed the audition. The crowd was pleased with what I played. Finally, I was able to be like that boy two years ago.
��������I never knew that knowledge can give me respect and power. Just plainly playing the piano isn't going to get me anywhere. I realized all of this when I saw that boy played 'Tong Hua' by Guang Liang. Without that boy, I wouldn't be the piano player I would be today. I wouldn't be an advanced piano player. I'm very happy that I met him, now I can play the piano and have fun! Knowldge and skill is the key to getting respect and power.

Author's Note

If you find any grammer mistakes, please tell me where it is and how to edit it. Thanks everyone! :)
(I'm not very good at grammer. T_T)