Twilight is not mine.
Here's a short one, getting to know you, getting to know all about you...LOL
Chapter 23
My life was a dream. My parents where loving and attentive, I never wanted for anything. I was loved, cherished, and nurtured beyond my wildest dreams.
At a young age my father thought me music. Since his passion and his livelihood were so ingrain into his personality, he showed his love by sharing his interest and traditions with me.
So at the tender age of 3 I had my first guitar lesson and listen as he sung the guttural and sad song of his country.
My mother and her lightness of foot, thought me to express my feelings and emotions with dance.
By the time I was 10 we had been in several countries and had lived in a handful of places. All of them humble.
My extended family was not linked by blood, but by circumstances. They where all from broken homes and some even outlaw from different places.
Our family was thriving as we traveled and shared our different gifts.
My father and mother where the most sawed after act.
His music attracted people from all walks of life, he had a commanding presence and a beautiful sad voice, which commanded my mother's movements, and dictated her rhythm as she spined, arched her body gracefully and stomped her heals furiously expressing the emotions that my fathers words called out for.
I was loved my many and watched over by the older women who in turn saw me as more then a child. They always had a reverent look when I was near. Some looked upon me as having a special gift, not yet reveled. Others simply kept there distance and never looking me in the eye.
My guitar lessons, where accompanied by flamenco dancing by my mother, and taoromaquia- the art of bull fighting- by the older and more experienced man of our tribe.
By my 17th birthday I was part of my parent's act, as the second guitar in there entrancing presentation.