I take after my mother. From her I took over a curious nature, a sense of adventure and bright red hair. However, I did not receive a talent for 1 from her.
My mother never 2 that I would be a child Mozart. She found a 3 Russian woman to be my piano teacher when I was four. I did whatever the teacher told me in order to 4 her."Feel the music,"she always told me, I "felt"it. But what is more unpleasant than too many wrong notes played continuously? She"felt"my music, too, which is why she always left with a(an) 5 expression.
Once, in order to 6 my practice, I managed to record one of my own rehearsals(练习).I 7 the tape player until the tape had finished. That method worked for a week, until my mother began to 8 why I always missed the same note. She came in and found that I had fallen asleep while the tape of my 9 played on and on.
Realizing I couldn't be a Mozart, my mother told me to pick another 10 . From then on, I worked my way through several other instruments, but I still couldn't play any of them 11 .
Then my mother hit on another idea. She took me to a drama(戏剧) teacher. 12 , the teacher put me into painting scenery(舞台布景) instead of teaching to sing. Immediately I 13 this active and practical world, and I discovered that I had a skill for building and painting. I loved the 14 of taking our limited supplies and using them to make something beautiful!
I'm a sculptor(雕刻家) now, and every day I 15 once again the pleasure of being fully involved in the act of artistic creation. It's a wonderful feeling. I realize that my mother was trying to give me this feeling. Perhaps she went about it in the wrong way, but her heart was in the right place.
