When I was younger I used to beg for piano lessons. My mom figured it was something that was short lived and just moved our piano into my room. I ended up cutting out letters and labeling each key and teachng myself to play some simple songs. My mom relented and enrolled me in piano lessons taught by an older lady at our church. I took for about 5 or 6 years till I was too busy with swimming, sailing and being a teenager. When we moved to Texas I got my piano back and found someone to be my piano teacher again and enrolled Em too. We both took for a year and a half till she moved away after her husband retired from the army.
I play periodically but this past weekend I found some music that I had been missing at my mom's house and I am back at it. Junior loves to sit in the playpen while I play each day and every once in a while he gets fussy if I spend too long on a song. It's been fun going back to play some of the songs that I did when I was much younger and the girls think I play beautifully--always nice to hear!
Maybe by the time DH gets back I can brush up on a few songs and impress him. When we moved into this house they moved my piano in first and I played a couple of scales to make sure it survived the move and the movers had me play for them till I ran out of songs that I had memorized. I used to think that if we ever got to move I would leave the piano behind, but I think we will just pack it along with us and let it continue to travel the world (it originally was bought while we lived in Australia).
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