Beethoven was born (probably as a Sunday child) in December 1770 into a normal dysfunctional household of musicians from the late 18th century. The father is a singer and court musician of the Cologne elector residing in Bonn. The mother is overwhelmed, the father always close to alcohol. Beethoven, the oldest, feels responsible early on. A shy, special, imaginative child who seeks exercise in nature and finds his freedom in music. At four he is standing on a little bench at the piano.
He will be compared to Mozart in a moment. A child prodigy career, however, passes him gently. School education is poor. Latin, religion, reading, arithmetic, writing. Counting, it is said later about the constantly clammy composer, he can do better than arithmetic. The most revolutionary thing about him could be his adventurous spelling, even for those days. Luckily for him, he remains open-minded on all sides of education. At eleven he became the representative of his teacher at court. Early morning organist in the mass, repetitor before noon, continuo after noon. Childhood is over. Beethoven grows beyond Bonn.