Music is a huge part of my family. My dad and I rock out to Coldplay, 80's rock, and see who knows more words to Hamilton. On the other hand, my brother likes rap while my mom enjoys any good song. Our car rides are filled with loud jams, especially Coldplay and sometimes those terrible songs on the radio. I have memorized over 30 of their songs, and whenever I listen to them I feel like I'm in my own world. Their songs always cheer me up even on my saddest days. My first concert was Coldplay, of course. If you haven't noticed by now, Coldplay is definitely my favorite band.
My guitar career began the day that my mom surprised me with a lesson. At first I was filled with anger and I refused to enjoy it out of principle. After time I slowly eased into the lessons and I noticed that my teacher was unimaginably nice and caring. As of now, I have been playing guitar for five years, but I didn't take it super seriously until this year. I have learned a variety of songs from classical pieces from Bach to "Yellow" by Coldplay. This link will take you to the song "Free Fallin" this song has significance to me because it is the first song I ever learned. Enjoy!
My wonderful parents are both 51 and are named Michael and Robin. My older brother Levi is 14. My parents have always encouraged me to be the best person I could be. From surprising me with a guitar lesson because I am a "natural musician" to pushing me to my limits on ski runs just to prove that I'm capable of doing them. Levi is the best brother I could have ever wished for. Even though he gives me bruises like every other older brother, he makes sure that I am relaxed and having fun. He always tags along on my stupid art projects and somehow he makes them actually successful.
Westhills Baseball is one of my favorite and least favorite places on Earth. I have played more than 10 seasons there, good and bad. Even though the records and kids change from season to season, one thing remains and that is that I always have fun. My closest friends play there as well, so we all get a good kick out of who comes in last place. Sometimes those three hour games seem like an eternity, but sometimes every second seems like a new beginning; thrilling and breathtaking. Feeling the dirt between my cleats relieves all of stress and I feel free.
My family is huge on continuing traditions; from our Squaw Valley ski trips in spring to our mysterious Hanukkah gifts wrapped in clues. Although, our longest and most enjoyable tradition is visiting the picture-perfect campsites of Big Sur. Every year my parents, brother, grandpa, and I hit the road and stomach through the six hours of windy pavement. However, when we get there, we all relax and breathe in the fresh pine as we slowly roast the creamy marshmallows above the blazing fire. I'll never forget those extraordinary days with my family.