When I was about four or five, we had this neighbor, Terry, who was schizophrenic. One day, when I was out playing with neighbors, I may have wandered through their living room and was playing with their piano.
Being very young and my memory isn't very clear at that time, the details are a bit vague to me. She gave me a crash course in playing the piano. I always thought of Terry as nice, although strange. I remember it being an awkward situation. So she walked me home and told my mother how much potential I had with playing the piano.
Shortly after that, she visited our home, and my mom asked me if I really wanted to learn the piano, I said No. I guess I was young, ignorant and definitely stupid, coz looking back now, I really wish I said yes and I wanted to learn how to play the piano. And I feel sorry for Terry because she must have wanted to really teach me the piano, and I was a bit scared of what others might think. Please understand that I was five and I did not know any better.
When I was ten, my cousin who I was really close to back then gave me a recorder. She even gave me an easy-to-understand book for me to learn how to play it. I was very determined to learn how to play the recorder. Sadly, and again because I was really stupid, this time I lost both recorder and book on my way home. So that again ended what could have been a promising career in music. Ha-ha!
Looking back, I could have had a wonderful story to tell if I have learned the piano with Terry, and I could have been a different person if I haven't lost the recorder when I was ten.
19 years later, I was at the mall with Meow and we saw a kubing and some native flute. Meow wants to play the kubing, it's like a bamboo Jew's harp, and I am now going to learn how to play the fucking flute! It's way overdue.
Being very young and my memory isn't very clear at that time, the details are a bit vague to me. She gave me a crash course in playing the piano. I always thought of Terry as nice, although strange. I remember it being an awkward situation. So she walked me home and told my mother how much potential I had with playing the piano.
Shortly after that, she visited our home, and my mom asked me if I really wanted to learn the piano, I said No. I guess I was young, ignorant and definitely stupid, coz looking back now, I really wish I said yes and I wanted to learn how to play the piano. And I feel sorry for Terry because she must have wanted to really teach me the piano, and I was a bit scared of what others might think. Please understand that I was five and I did not know any better.
When I was ten, my cousin who I was really close to back then gave me a recorder. She even gave me an easy-to-understand book for me to learn how to play it. I was very determined to learn how to play the recorder. Sadly, and again because I was really stupid, this time I lost both recorder and book on my way home. So that again ended what could have been a promising career in music. Ha-ha!
Looking back, I could have had a wonderful story to tell if I have learned the piano with Terry, and I could have been a different person if I haven't lost the recorder when I was ten.
19 years later, I was at the mall with Meow and we saw a kubing and some native flute. Meow wants to play the kubing, it's like a bamboo Jew's harp, and I am now going to learn how to play the fucking flute! It's way overdue.
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