shared by VJ Rabuy, her sister
The other day, Arlene and I were able to listen to our friend's daughter practice piano. She is seven and she plays quite beautifully. It reminded me of when Cindy and I used to take piano lessons, when she was 12 and I was 10.
In general, I really liked piano. Every time I learned a new song I got more interested and excited to play. The only thing that I disliked about piano was how strict my teacher was; but Cindy didn't seem to mind as much. Cindy and I would practice at least two days a week besides the day of our lesson, and we tried to play all the songs we were learning.
Cindy and I took piano lessons for about ten months or so. But after we went to the Philippines to celebrate my Lola's 80th birthday in 1992, we didn't go back to piano lessons when we came home.
For some reason I also remember, that on the nights we had piano lessons, our mom would get us a Whopper from Burger King to share. Cindy and I shared that Whopper while waiting for the students before us to finish their lessons.
So even though I didn't like my piano teacher much, and we didn't play piano for long, at least I was able to learn to read notes and have fond memories of playing an instrument. And it was another childhood experience I enjoyed sharing with Cindy.
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