Of all the days I hated when my mom made me practice the piano, I really wish I had one now. Playing the piano makes me forget about everything. Now when I feel like I want to forget about stuff and escape for a bit I bake or cook. I wish I were one of those people who liked to go for a run to clear their head or some other form of exercise. That would be awesome because then I'd purposely try to have problems, then I'd work out all the time and get smokin' hot.
This is not my piano. This is a really old piano that sits in the house next to my dad's church. A lot of the keys don't even work. My niece took this photo.
I used to think playing the piano was so nerdy and I'd try to hide it from my friends. I couldn't let it ruin my gangster image in junior high. Westside 'til I die.
I feel the same way about the piano. I wish I remembered any of it. Now I just watch TV or read to escape.
ReplyDeleteDitto with the piano! I now can only play 'When the Saints Go Marching In.' The only reason I wanted to quit was because of the practicing. I was a very lazy child. I'm sure you will get a piano someday. Just keep your eye out for one.
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