H. There's always something about music. The way the sound or beat gets captured in your mind, and you end up humming it all day. The way some people can go for hours without a break in song. Or even the way music can calm you at the dead of night.
Ever since enrolling in my school's band class I've found that the way you listen to music changes. I find I can hear every instrument playing their own melody, instead of one big sound. Music means a lot more to me now.
Music is something the world cannot live without... Imagine a world without music... The world would be lifeless, soulless. There would be no beat in your steps, no sway in your arms. If you think about it, music could be anything; the popping of popcorn, the sound of your shoes as they scrape against the asphalt, even the sound of your last class' clock as it ticks away the seconds 'til school's out. Music is always in the air, it's everywhere.
Monday, May 2
Easter
Past.
H. When Easter comes around, in my family you always know there's going to be chocolate. Every Easter we would load up into our brown mini van and take off to Winnipeg, where most of our family lives. We would have a splendid lunch, eat tons of chocolate... Then the fun happens... All the kids would pile into a secluded room while the adults hid all the chocolate eggs. And then, we would hunt...
Present Day.
I don't remember graduating from the Easter egg hunt. But it seems like this year was different; us older kids didn't get to hunt. We were the hiders... It seemed weird not being able to rush into the room when the adults yelled 'GO!' and not being able to be the first to find your goodie bag. I guess that's what growing up feels like, the day you finally realize you're not a kid anymore. The good thing about it was being able to see the looks on the children's faces when they found were the chocolate was hiding. Pure joy as they laughed, standing on their tippy toes trying to reach the higher objects, or their giggles while they stretched to reach behind a piano. Pure joy!
Future.
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H. When Easter comes around, in my family you always know there's going to be chocolate. Every Easter we would load up into our brown mini van and take off to Winnipeg, where most of our family lives. We would have a splendid lunch, eat tons of chocolate... Then the fun happens... All the kids would pile into a secluded room while the adults hid all the chocolate eggs. And then, we would hunt...
Present Day.
I don't remember graduating from the Easter egg hunt. But it seems like this year was different; us older kids didn't get to hunt. We were the hiders... It seemed weird not being able to rush into the room when the adults yelled 'GO!' and not being able to be the first to find your goodie bag. I guess that's what growing up feels like, the day you finally realize you're not a kid anymore. The good thing about it was being able to see the looks on the children's faces when they found were the chocolate was hiding. Pure joy as they laughed, standing on their tippy toes trying to reach the higher objects, or their giggles while they stretched to reach behind a piano. Pure joy!
Future.
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