Journey to the End of My Voice

Journey to the End of My Voice

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Erik Stenberg
Victoria Carpenter
English 1A 7897
February 8, 2009

Journey to the End of My Voice

What an amazing trip life can be. Everyone has a different experience with every aspect of their lives. We’re born, we grow, we learn, we love, we hate. These are simple things, really. Every human being goes through their own unique journey, yet we all ultimately arrive in the same place. There is one aspect of my life which I have yet to discuss with anyone, my music career. My journey started in Hayward, California on January 13, 1982. I lived with both my parents in your average three bedroom suburban house in San Leandro, California. My only sibling, my sister Kelly, arrived three years and 10 months later. A typical suburban family was born.
When I was two years old, I used to sing along with jingles on the radio or on the television. In the next year I moved on to songs on the radio. Apparently I had a good singing voice at that young age, and my parents pushed me to develop that voice. By the time I was 5, I was singing in my elementary school talent show. People seemed to love my singing. My dad would have me practice often, almost every day. The man even bought me a guitar, thinking I could pick that up just as quickly. I never could play the guitar very well, but my voice was blossoming.
My parents only wanted me to sing country music, that’s what they liked, and at that age it’s all I had ever heard. I wasn’t sure there were any other genres of music when

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I was young. So country was what I sang. I performed at county fairs, talent shows, and other various venues. In 1991 I came in second in a statewide talent competition with performers ranging in age from about 6 to 17. I began to believe in myself; maybe I could be a vocalist.
In 1993, we moved from San Leandro to Petaluma, California. The transition was very difficult for me; I did not adapt well to my surroundings or get...

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