When I was
six I took piano lessons. I enjoyed the
first year, but when I moved on to the second and much harder book, I
complained until my parents took me out of lessons. I wish they made me continue, not because I
long to be able to play the piano well, but because I wish I developed the perseverance
to not give up when things get hard.
Thursday, 12 February 2015
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