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.

We were all chasing that one Girl at School.........http://forums.pelicanparts.com/support/smileys/grin.gif




Benny

The boy I raised is one of the most extraordinary men I know, though it's still hard to call him "Doctor." He is a renaissance man - teaches and does research at Boston University Hospital, rebuilt the engine in his VW bus, built a huge deck on his house, remodeled the house, has written books, made a video ad for a toy company, was manager of a construction project at BUH, and is the best father in the world. When I hear people talk about the younger generation being lazy good for nothings I think of him and smile.

I was living in Castro Valley. Rode my bike everywhere with my friends, fishing at lake Don Castro, exploring creeks, swimming, racing AFX cars, playing drums, football and baseball. For vacation we would go fishing for striped bass at Gardner's Cove (near Tracy) and trout on the rivers around Downieville. I didn't have a care in the world...

My Dad grew up in Castro Valley...the fourth house built on Lamson (sp?) Road, mid to late 1930's. A few friends of mine from UCB grew up there as well.

I was 10 in 1967. We had moved to the ranch near Pt Mugu and Newbury Park, Ca. the year before. I was tall and willing so I was driving our 58 El Camino (three on the tree) manure truck around to the other small ranches/farms in the area delivering manure on the weekends, all on private, dirt roads.

My buddies and me also camped a lot in the coastal mountains. Every kid had a BB gun or a .22. Angela's post made me laugh: imagine carrying CANS of Spaghetti O's and beans today:D

I remember on one trip I got stuck after a delivery of manure: I unloaded down hill, had some poor clutch work getting out and managed to get sideways and a bit pinched.

It never occurred to me to not get out on my own or call my Dad, ask the landowner, Mr. Angel, for help. I got it out and after that episode knew just about everything I ever needed to know about clutches.

I wasn't the only one, btw. When we headed down to Camarillo to buy hay, all the kids driving and working were my age.

Paul, you must have spent some time driving Potrero Road back in the day. Did you ever drive the back road from N.P. through Sycamore Canyon to the coast?

I played the drums for hours every day and drove my poor mother crazy!

I could run a twin screw boat at 5
mom was a non-driver who could not run anything mechanical
so if dad needed to leave the helm I was the only choice

Going to school after delivering the morning papers on my route, putting together model cars, airplanes, boats, playing baseball, football, fishing, shooting my BB gun, drawing, looking for side jobs to earn money and riding along with my dad in his milk route truck during the summer. We moved from Phoenix, AZ to Long Beach, CA when I was ten and I got a job cleaning up my uncle's drapery store after school. I was making $0.85 cents an hour and thought I was ****ting in tall cotton.

Thousands of times.

That's because you're old & decrepit.

At Nine it was Duck and Cover..At Ten It was the Kennedy assassination. That was the Summer we took a trip up to Salt Lake City from S CA. Saw Bryce Canyon , Zion and in Salt Lake City a tour of a Uranium Processes Plant and that Yellow Cake Stuff...along with a tour of the big Copper Mine.. In LV saw a Jet Car that was being run up at Bonniville and on the way back through LV Dad bought a watch from a guy in the Hacienda Parking lot for $20. Guy said he lost 2100 playing Craps amd needed some gas money to get home so for $20 he sold Dad a 21 jewel self winding Longine watch. On the way home it stopped. I knew something was fishy about that guy..anyway got home and Dad took the watch to a jeweler who said Longine didn't make a 21 Jewel watch and did he buy it in TJ? Dad said LV, and the Jeweler said close enough. Jeweler said the watch was worth about $10 so Dad didn't get burned too bad...

That is one busy piano piece.

At 10 I was playing baseball in Oregon, Ohio while smelling tomatoes being cooked at the Hunt's factory. Better than the smell of an old paper mill.

Remember JFK getting killed.

So could I.... And get it to Bimini..

I was getting my butt kicked by older kids at Judo tournaments. Hated it. I think I wrote my first essay and my first decent school work was starting to emerge. I probably would have thought Mozart was queer.

We lived next to a 30-ish acre wooded area... lots of exploring to do... climbing trees, playing "Army," catching snakes, lizards, salamanders, frogs, toads, etc. Kept some in terrariums and home made cages as pets... Mom and Dad were fine with it because they told us as long as we stayed away from the venomous snakes, everything else was cool.

Also, my brother and sister and I raked out pathways down through about a 4-acre area and used to ride our bikes around in there at breakneck speeds.

Played a lot of roller bat and kickball in the front yard.

Went swimming a lot in the summer at the state park about 5 miles away.

Built a lot of plastic models... still have some of them. Also put millions of air miles on cheap balsa wood airplanes... gliders and rubber band powered.

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If you also spent a lot of time flying these things, check out this link and be sure to click around through the different brands shown in the black boxes at the top of the page: http://www.oldwoodtoys.com/new_page_2.htm

Got my first real bass. A Harmony H-22. The beginning of the end for me. Really I'm still only 10.

Great post. I lived on a farm. All my father taught me was how to work (served me well) and my mother taught me to be afraid of everything (hate her for it). It made parenting a lot easier for her if I wouldn't go near any of the zillion things she scared me into staying away from.
I spent a lot of time with balsa planes too! They are a big part of the reason I went into engineering.

at 10?!!!!

my mom bought me a Crosman pellet rifle, and the rest was history. i think i also discovered..huh..nevermind.

... spent more time "thinking" about couple girls/classmates :D

Zeke, I still vividly remember several incidents when I started learing how to talk. I feel people who have long term memory tend of have less short term memory, and vs.