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Music Drove me Through my Life

My parents always tell me that I was singing before I could talk. Naturally, music became a large part of my life. I’d randomly stand on the coffee table as a small child and start singing like I was at a concert, I got to the point where I was singing songs that fit my situation, in some cases, literally making up words and notes as I went.

To this day, my mom won’t let me forget what happened on the night of 9/11.

During the 9/11 attack, I was only about four years old, I had no idea what was wrong, but I knew a lot of people died and it had something to do with a plane. Being a nieve child, I thought it was a plane crash accident (it wasn’t until I was much older when I learned what really happened, but that’s aside from the point). That night, my mom took my brother and I out to eat dinner at Denney’s. Even as a kid, I could feel the tension in that room, so I put my sandwich down, stood up on the booth seat, and sang the Star Spangled Banner. After I was done, I sat back down and continued eating. In the very least, it released some tension.

For as long as I could remember, singing has been my way to express myself to people around me, especially since I have a habit of mumbling and speaking quickly, making myself difficult to understand for some people.

By the time I was in elementary school, I was bringing a CD player to school on the bus so I wouldn’t need to sing out loud due to some other students reporting complaints about me singing on the school bus. After that, I only got…deeper into music.

As time passed, I got through middle school by singing along with my mp3 player while walking to and from school, then I’d sit in my room and just sing, both to my mp3 player and to test myself on what I memorized of my choir class music. By the time I reached 8th grade, I couldn’t go to sleep without music playing in the background.

Music became my addiction. Much like drugs, it was a way I could relieve stress, while also being potentially harmful to myself and inconvenient to others around me. It remained like that all through high school, I’d pop my buds in every chance I had, sing every chance I could, and sleep at night to music. However, it’s now being contained due to the fact that I can’t listen to music while at my job. I still listen to music as soon as I get to my break, as soon as I clock out, and overnight while I sleep, but I don’t go crazy if I have to turn the music off for a while, and I don’t sing as much as I used to.

I guess you can call me a recovering “Music-holic”.

Anyway, what’s your drug or addiction? Are you even like me and have one? If you do have one, then what makes that your addiction or drug?

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