Thursday, 12 February 2015

Piano


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.

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