User:Alice Quin

Musical Career;Before School

My music career started when I was 3 year old at my summer home, I made a 20 minutes song, out in the back yard, I went around and around the table singing. It was awesome, and it was a fun time. It was called Love on the Street Light, and I sang stuff like, "I'm loving you the way I used to, the way I used to." and more poetical verses I do not remember, I'll have to listen to the tape.

Musical Career;During School

So then in the summer between first grade and kindergarden I was walking with my mother and my uncle on the beach at the same summer home and I was just talking and making up all this stuff and so later I wrote it down. Then, when I went to first grade I submitted it to this story/poetry magazine called fine lines. I gave it to the vice principal, this is how it went:

You See the moon?" "Some say when the dark falls" "Dead crawl out of the white craters" "So most people are scared of" "That's a big myth" "And it's what I'm dealing with

Here's the way the the vice principal said it should be:

You See the moon?" "Some say when the the sun comes up" "Happiness shines out of the white craters" "Everyone loves it" "Everyone is happy" "I am glad of it

After that I turned to stroies and I wrote about silly things, and then I went to 3rd grade (after second of course), but during the summer is when I came back to writing poetry which would eventually be put to music. I was on the beach, the same place I was when my mind shot that bullet, and then it was stopped by the vice principal who was wearing a bullet proof vest. I was walking this time with my father and brother, and all of a sudden it hit me like I was a fly and and someone had just hit me with a fly swatter:

''Rough and gentle waves crashing against the shore Standing on the jetties, staring into the eyes of the sea Emptying your mind of depressing thoughts Waiting for something that will never come Beautiful shells surround you, white casps crashing against your body Foam spraying in your eyes The Ocean is calling your name You lose your mind as you into the water And you perish within the murky cold sea''

My father, who has always been a writer was blown away. He wrote poetry along time ago when he was in high school and while after that, but he basically stopped when he became the editor and cheif and editorial director of redmond mag. So then I really started to get into writing.

My third grade teacher, Mrs. Conrad really encouraged me to keep writting, she excepted the way I wrote, and let me break the standards. I owe alot to here and to my fourth grade teacher, Mr, O'Neill. He loved to read my writting, but when I was in his class, I wrote most of my poems at home, and more of silly and sorta serious stuff there.

I owe alot to them and almost all of my teachers. I remember writting silly stuff in 2nd grade, and my teacher Mrs. Courtermache, she worked me hard, but I liked it.