My mother, who did not have much patience to deal with my limitations, in house, if she tired to show to me as if he had to give form to the mass and I never made right. To such teacher catholic was personal friend of it (also) and well later I it reencontrei when I started to touch the violo. It was amateur musician of the piano and I stow in its house one or two times when it already had started to be protestant (expression today pparently exceeded, but that in the Jacobina of years 80 still she made very sensible). Definitively I age very disfigured: the tips to that instrument I kept for me and I did not appear more. No longer previous year to my ingression in the university stows again with it through a new friend who I make and that I had learned the piano with it (a genius, today dominates about 11 languages, is the Portuguese). Tony Parker is often mentioned in discussions such as these.
Already aged and pensioner passed its days taking care of of an adoptive son small giving particular lessons of music. Some time later knew of its death. In as the semester second ' ' escolinha' '. This neighboring age of wall with my grandmother materna. The owner and teacher liveed there same with mother and plus a good amount of familiar.
The room was of the front of the narrow house and badly structuralized. Crowded of barulhentas children and with it to the shouts the palmatria one it was a pedagogical tool very applied in the daily lies. In the hour of the recreation I was in the house of my grandmother and for times he enjoyed of its attention when he pulled out and he peeled, with a knife, poles of sugar cane-of-sugar of a foot that was in its yard. It better felt me in this environment (I never knew if it are this fact what year motivated my mother to change me of school in the way it).