Tonight I was sitting here and listening to my daughter play the piano and started thinking about the music in my life. She plays to relax and entertain herself. My Mom gave us the piano when the kids were in elementary school and said that she insisted they at least try piano lessons. It was the only thing she insisted on as a grandmother. So they took lessons. Sam didn't last long, but Meg did.
When I was a kid, I would walk home from school and when I was walking up the hill to our house, I could hear the music. It would be a beautiful warm spring day and all of the windows in the house would be open. Wafting on the breeze would be Beethoven or Bach. I thought that you could just sit down and play-I had no idea what went into learning to playing the piano. It was part of the soundtrack of my life. I heard this music just like I heard the music on the radio or the record player. Music can take me back to a different place. Listening to Meg play tonight took me back to being about 11 and walking up the hill in my school uniform. My mind was all over the place, but when I heard the music-I knew that all was well, Mom was home-my family would have dinner and I would be fine. I always knew I would be fine. Tonight hearing Meg play, I knew no matter what-I would be fine
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