I remember lying on the grass looking in the basement window as my brother took his piano lesson. Our piano was in the basement. (It came with the house because it was too big to move out) My brother hated piano lessons and no sooner did my belly hit the ground, my brother shreiked "Mmmmom!!" and I got in trouble. Every time. I wanted so badly to take piano lessons, not because I love the piano, but because my brother took lessons and it was my goal as a 7 year old to do everything he did and do it better. That was my goal until I was about 13 and discovered boys.
Unfortunately, after 7 years of lessons, I was and still am an awful piano player. I do believe in "talent" and I have none of it when it comes to music. I did, however, find something to do with my sheet music.
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