Personal Narrative

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It was the summer of going into my Senior year of high school where I asked my father to do something for me that changed everything. I didn’t know how it would go, or if I was even ready for it, but I knew that I had to in order to conquer this fear of mine that was the albatross around my neck since the day I began playing guitar. I knew I didn't want to feel this way anymore, especially when I find such joy and soils in playing my guitar. Just about every weekend night over summer, my parents and I go outside in our back yard and enjoy a small bonfire together. It has been a little family tradition the Ramirez household has done for years to welcome the weekend from a hard week of school and work. Every Friday and Saturday night around …show more content…
He was surprised by my question given that I have never played in front of him let alone anywhere but behind my closed door to my room, so naturally this came to a shock for him. With it nearly sundown, we grab our guitars and head out to the backyard. I remember that moment to this day and can confidently say that was one of my favorite days. I could see the excitement in his facial expression. He was finally going to duet with his little girl. However, I was a ball of nerves knowing I would be playing in front of my parents and for that matter, our neighbors as well. I sat comfortably in my usual chair, which brought me some sort of calm and reassurance, and tuning my already tuned guitar only to stall. I gave my dad one last glance that asked “ready?” and then I strummed freely. My left hand flying across the frets going from A chord, to C chord to E, making a mellifluous, flowing sound as my right hand strummed the strings of the guitar in a rhythmic pattern. Up, down, down, Up, down, down…My father soloed over my music by plucking chords to follow my tempo and sound. I remember thinking that we sounded like something you would hear on a artists album playing Spanish music, yet it felt so effortless. I continued playing, letting the music literally poor out of me as if it was seeping through my very pores. It was the first time I felt one with the guitar and the music. We played our music as the summer sky changed from a pink and orange to the bluest of night sky, all illuminated with nothing but the stars and the fire in front of