~ Chapter 1 ~
It all started one day when I was in forth grade. From when I was a baby my parents knew I was a genius. When I was old enough to eat that baby cereal stuff that you see babies eating all the time. My parents got mad at me because I had dumped all of it out of the container. They were mad at me for a little while, but when I was old enough to talk I told them that when I did that I was trying to figure out the volume of the box.
In fourth grade my parents decided I was smart enough to move up a grade. So when we got all of the paper work done It was already the end of my first semester of fourth grade. So what I actually skipped was half of fourth grade and half of fifth grade.
~Chapter 2~
So in fifth grade (Santo I.S.D.) we get to start band. Coming into band my mom was a bandaid
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A Music Life
Non-FictionAn autobiography on how one young boy was a total music protigy