Wednesday, June 13, 2007

The Beethoven

When we redid the attic so that it could become my bedroom, we had to take everything that was in this attic and put it in the storage area over the garage. This included many of my books from my when I was a kid, all the way up to anything current in my room that I wasn't going to need in the next few months.

With the discovery of and the promise to make my room sparkling clean, I convinced Dad to bring down one of the boxes of my books so I could go through them and bring some of my favorites into my room on the new bookshelves. While going through these books I found another one of my books from when I was an author in elementary school. I am here to share it with you.

The Beethoven
by Aileen Nosal

About one year ago, I, Karen, a brown haired girl, was practicing my worst instrument. I did not like to waste my time on things I did not want to do. i had hazel eyes and was four and a half feet tall. At that time I was ten and in fourth grade.

Then my mom walked in, and she heard just enough to know what was going on with me.
I was at my house sitting on my brown piano stool letting the awful noise just ring into my ears. As I hit the pedal, the noise got louder and worse. I was terrible. All I really did was press the pedal and the keys. My hands were slipping off the keys because they were sweaty. It was if I were the worst player. Never would I become like Beethoven... never!

When my mom walked into the living room she said, "That's not true. I know that you just have to practice." I thought that I was the worst pianist in the world.My mom knows everything. She is very pretty. She is young. Her brown hair waves in the wind when she drives her beautiful red convertible. Her green eyes shine so beautifully. Not only is she pretty, but she is very nice. She takes my friends and me to the pool in the summer. She also trusts me enough to go to the mall with twenty dollars. Maybe she thinks I'll buy her something.At my recital, Patsy, my piano teacher, an English lady, thought that the recital was going to be the worst ever. Luckily, I practiced piano so much I was the best player in the recital

Even though I never practiced automatically, my mom made me. It took many hours to get me to practice. It could be a fight or a bribe. Many fights were yelling or screaming. The bribes had lots of candy or a toy bribe.After my recital my mom bought me a large banana sundae. When my family and I got home, we got a phone call from the mayor asking me to play for the town. After I was asked to play for the town, I got asked by the governor of the state to play. Then I was asked by the president of the United States to play and the entire world.

I became famous before I was even 12. I was happy with everything I had.
The End

*I wonder what people would say if my writing from when I was a kid was ever analyzed. No volunteers please!*

1 comment:

Aileen said...

I love it!!! Beethoven and I are particularly good friends :) There is something so great about kids' drawings... I love your piano and your banana sundae, it looks the best! Thanks for sharing with us!