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My Brain Works Differently

By @Golden_Glory

Chapter 1

One of my favorite things to do is play my violin. I love the magical sounds that are created as the bow slides back and forth across the strings. It’s easy for me to get lost in the sound, easy for me to escape to the world I picture in my head where everything is rainbows and kittens. But as I play the final note in the final measure of my song, I come back to reality and come to terms with the world I live in. It isn’t all rainbows and kittens-it’s a dark, dangerous place where anything can happen.

I haven’t always played the violin. I started two years in 5th grade. For a few years, I had seen the older kids relax as they placed their chins on the chinrest of the violins, the viola players did the same, and the cello and double bass players sat in their chairs, getting ready to play. 

I was mesmerized by the deep sounds of the larger instruments, and the higher pitches of the smaller ones. I had watched as some of the players closed their eyes and got lost in the music. 

My love for orchestral instruments had begun there but grew when I got the opportunity to play my mom’s violin, which she had gotten when she was my age. My whole body had started to shake as my grandfather-Babo as I called him-presented the newly fixed instrument to me. I ran my hand over the black, shiny case that still was aged from the years of sitting in a closet, unplayed and untouched for 20 years. I had slowly opened the metal clasps on the case and opened it, picking up the beautiful instrument inside. The violin was the largest size it could be, a size of 4/4. The wood was dark and smooth, worn and starting to chip on the edges. As Babo paid the woman who had fixed the violin, I gazed at the room behind me in awe. The building we were in was an old home with worn and weathered paint that had started to chip and a few windows scattered around. It was turned into a music shop for string instruments. 

The room behind me had just so happened to be filled with cellos and basses, as well as violas. But the instrument that had stood out to me most was the violins. Even though violas and violins are similar, the violin was special to me.

It was perfect, but different as well.

Just like me.

I’m just going to say it; my family is rich. My mom, step-dad, sister, and I live in a basic family home in a small town. But it was still larger than most homes in the neighborhood. I have a large family on my mom’s side, and a decent-sized family on my <em style=

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