Mariah Mara : a memoir

Little riah

Growing up was hard you had lots of stuff to deal with school , life , and worst of all siblings but for me siblings came later.

Being premature wasn't easy I had to be watched , fed and cared for many times of the day .

Since my mother was still in school making her life better for her children I was cared for by my uncle l.b mason. The first man I met at the age of 1month that man cared for me like i was his own daughter and of course she loved me to so there was never any confusion .

He made sure I had everything I needed. He even made sure I had the things I wanted. Being spiked is all any child wants everyone paying attention to her . Everyone giving her anything she wanted everyone all up in her face but , I wasn't that child I was the one in the dark letting my sisters absorb the light I really wasn't the one who like to be the center of attention . I always kept to myself never really wanting to be all out in the open , I figured since I was going to be by myself most of the time I might as well get a hobby . I tried almost everything singing , dancing , telling jokes nothing really worked for me then I turned my attention to music I felt that music really spoke to me. So I had my mother enroll me in muzicnet I looked at all the instruments I could possibly play none of them really interests me but one . The grand piano sat right in the middle of the room I went over ran my fingers across the keys and my eyes lit up . I told my mother I wanted to learn to play the piano and it was that day I knew music would be my major.