my first drumstick

Upon entering my room one may wonder why I have garbage up on my wall. I do not put rags or
rotting food on my wall. However, many people believe that what I have up there is garbage. It is a broken cylinder of wood, splintered in the center, pieced together from two, that before was one, but would never quite be one again. The violent act of destroying it is why I hold it so dearly to me. It was that moment I knew that my life would never be the same. At that time I knew that what I had in front of me would forever change my life. When I saw the shattered frame of wood that lay on my drum set I realized that this would be the guiding light for the rest of my life. I was a drummer, I loved it, and I was proud.
This happened about eight years ago, in the beginning of my year in eighth grade. I had a friend who had played the drums, and I always enjoyed going to his house and messing around on his drum set. When he told me he wasn't playing anymore, I saw it as an excel...