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This was the day that I was born. My story begins here at the very beginning. I have two parents, two brothers, and two sisters.
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I start to find my experiences within this world. I learn that I can hook up a game console to the TV without assistance, I have perfect pitch, and can play the drum set. My mind starts to develop from here.
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My "brother" (who is actually my nephew), named Salem, was born four days after the twin towers were attacked. I call him my brother because we hang out a lot, even though he was born from my sister. I started off really hating him because of all the mischief he did to me, and some of that hatred still is carried on up to today.
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Flyers were being handed out in my classroom about joining Cub Scouts, and after school, my parents read over the flyer and signed me up for the program. At first, I wasn't very excited because I didn't know what I was getting into, but when I started to join the den meetings, I started to like this idea. Along the way, I started to meet some new friends and learned new skills that I still use to this day.
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During third grade, I made a best friend name Skyler. We would hang out and play during recess either on the swings or on the ground. We really were having fun while it lasted.
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I started off with my music interests at my elementary school's orchestra. Even though I wanted to do band, I was only in the fourth grade and to be in the elementary band, I had to be in the fifth grade. So I decided on starting at the orchestra with the bass so I can get acquainted with reading the music and playing a note.
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When I went into the fifth grade, the first thing I wanted to do was join my elementary school band. My instruments of interests before joining the band were the alto saxophone and percussion. However, I couldn't blow anything out of the saxophone at the time and percussion wasn't available to try out that day. Because I was so impatient, I decided to try out the clarinet, and from there, I would only get better at playing it.
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This was my first day in Boy Scouts. I just crossed over into my troop, and for my first day, I had a lot of fun. This enthusiasm would only last until near my eighteenth birthday.
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During Freshman year, I joined the marching band to see what I thought of it. Through that experience, I thought about trying out for drum line, but my band director, Mr. Vogel, didn't want me to change instruments within the marching band. A year later, I couldn't handle with Mr. Vogel and the Marching Band anymore and decided to quit.
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My eighteenth birthday was coming up, and my Boy Scout troop was falling apart. My family was a target from my scoutmaster, Mr. Richardson, who was a complete bully to my "brother" and even my mother. I almost didn't get my eagle rank because of an excuse Mr. Richardson made. Luckily for me, I was able to make it to my eighteenth birthday with my eagle rank and three eagle palms.
