What Did You Do at Age 10?
 

Recently, a piece of music supposedly written by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart at age 10, “Allegro Molto in C Major,” was found in an attic and played by Austrian musician Florian Birsak on the dead composer’s childhood piano.

The discovery was reported by the BBC this past Friday. Experts believe the music was written in 1767 or 1768.

Have a listen.

WORLD PREMIERE: New piano piece by W.A. Mozart - Allegro Molto in C Major: Florian Birsak - YouTube

Trying to look for dirty mags.

I was looking for the real thing.....at that age only in my dreams:)

By age 10 I could tie my shoes and do a fairly good job of wiping my butt.

People say they can remember as far back as 2. Not me. I can remember where I lived, went to school and the teacher's name. No idea what I ate or how I dressed. I sorta remember my room. Jeez, to write anything besides my name would have been a major accomplishment.

At 10 I started to learn to program on TRS-80s...

The Babysitter...:p

At that age, I joined my first track team as a long distance runner.

At 10, I think I had finally graduated from being made to wear those god-forsaken Sears toughskin jeans with the reinforced knees. When new, they had all the comfort of wearing a couple of corrugated culverts lined with tree bark. I'm still scarred.

Hey, those were tested by SuperDennis! :)

At ten? I had the fastest bicycle on the block, and I could pick my nose.
That's about it.

No competition for Mozart, I guess.....

In the spring when I was ten I was plowing about a fourth of our acreage with our NEW 1958 John Deere 520 and 3 bottom mounted plow and I thought I was hot stuff. I would get up before dawn and plow while dad did the milking. When the milking was done he would come to the field with a 5 gallon can of gas and fill the tractor and I'd go to the house to get ready for school. After school I'd plow with the 520 while he did chores and the evening milking. We had a John Deere 50 and a two bottom Massey Harris trailer plow that I got demoted to after he finished milking. Plowing the fields with may dad in those hours before dark is one of my favorite memories. We had been up working since before dawn, the exhaust stacks would glow dark red as it got dark. All I could see of dad's tractor was the dim headlights and the glowing stack. I felt good - we were working long hard hours, the tractors were working long hard hours ... I don't know, maybe you had to be there.

I delivered 80 papers each morning, studied Judo and was active in NRA.

I was hanging with stoners. Not getting high but loved to hang with them. They were older kids. I was 10 they were between 14 and 16. I did not try drugs until I was 14 and stopped by 16. Acid was my favorite. Took my last hit on my 16th birthday while hanging at The Castle in Redondo beach.

I was on a soccer team that won the AYSO California state championship. We flew down to LA and played at the LA Memorial Coliseum. And we used their locker rooms and showers. That was pretty cool.

I started to learn to play the Bagpipes. My poor parents.......:eek:

43 years latest I am still learning - you never stop.

Age 10 was when I discovered my great love of the outdoors. We lived in Red Bluff, California and my best friend, Lori, shared my sense of adventure. We would hike up the creek near our homes for miles. If you went far enough upstream, there were beaver dams and a couple of nice sandy beaches. We would camp for days at a time. One memorable adventure had us hike nearly the entire day to a new, not yet explored spot. After swimming for hours, and with darkness upon us, we realized that we had forgotten the can open. Probably beat that can of beans for an hour with rocks before we gave up on it. Two VERY hungry kids when we got home the next day!

When we needed money, we would wash cars in the neighborhood or sell peacock feathers. Lori's family had about half a dozen peacocks. We would chase them around the farm. They can actually fly, but it's more just to get up to a roost than anything else. When they "hopped" over the fences, it would knock loose a few tail feathers. Those are what we picked up and sold.

I've never been uncomfortable in the woods. Though particularly when I'm up in Alaska, there are critters I take great care to avoid (moose and grizzlies). I love hiking, riding the bike, camping etc., and the wilder the better. Heck, I've been doing this since I was ten. ;)

angela

A friends dad was the boss of a bacon factory and the buddy and I got school holiday jobs for the next few years "working" in the factory. We got paid 50% of a regular factory workers wage so for a kid it was a WAY lota money. I spent it on fishing rods, a .22 rifle, and a surfboard. Yup, in NZ kids can buy all sorts of things if they are smart enough. By the time I was 13, with my bacon factory money, I bought an old truck, a mini minor, and a motorbike :)

You must have been a great son to your father and no doubt if you had children they would have great work ethic too. I also worked on a farm when I first came to Canada. Best days of my life but I was also a lot older than 10 on the farm. Nice write up:)

At age 10 I was living in San Marcos TX. It was a small town and a lot like Mayberry. We would ride our bikes downtown to the theater for the Saturday matinee and leave them unlocked in the bike rack.

We had to pick up coke bottles along the road and cash them in to get enough to pay for admission.

For 50 cents each we could watch the movie and have popcorn, sugar babies, and a big drink.

My only music connection was to build a crystal radio and listen to the radio.