I used to dream about taking piano lessons when I was younger. I love the sound of a piano, wish that I had one of my own. I took up the clarinet in elementary school, I kept with it through part of Jr. High. I quit band, though, because it was hard to get to band on time, due to bussing circumstances.
One day, I’ll be able to take up piano, even if it’s just with a keyboard. I will teach myself if I have to, simply because I am desperate to learn and would give pretty much anything to have the chance to have piano lessons. I don’t think it could be that hard to teach myself, though.
Maybe I can ask my husband for piano lessons for a Christmas gift one year. That would be pretty cool, at least to me. Although, he’d probably look at me like I’m insane, since I’ve never expressed any sort of interest in the piano, outside of my love for classical music, which is typically focused on clarinet. What most people don’t realize is that the piano was my first love.
