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 As a child, I grew up in a musically inclined family. My mother sang a lot. My father was in the church choir. My sister was seriously into piano and organ playing. Me? I could never 'hear' music worth a damn. I had no ear for it and even less interest. I wanted to be outside hunting snakes in the creek, playing football, riding my bike...anything... ANYTHING but playing the piano! But to make me a a more well rounded person, my parents insisted on certain things. One was that I at least try to learn how to play the piano. The lessons did not last long as I recall. Maybe six months at the most. I hated them. I hated practicing. And I learned very very little. Part of me regrets that I did not give it half a chance. But another part of realizes that it was just not for me. Posted by forgingahead | Comment (3) Category: People, Dad's Shots Links: forgingahead Main Site Archives: People (75), Family (77), My Shots (120), Dad's Shots (128), Places I Have Lived (32), Places I Have Visited (64), Archaeology (23) | |
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