Every now and then something happens as a parent that makes me think, “Oh my God, how did my parents live with me when I did this?” My daughter, out of the blue has taken an interest in the piano. The piano sits about ten feet from my favorite chair. I still have some of my old lesson books in the bench and she found the beginner book. She must have a darn good music teacher at school, because with a few reminders of how to find Middle C and how to use the correct fingering, she was off on her self-taught journey into learning. Song #10 in the book is titled, My Pony. She mastered songs 1-9 in no time and something about My Pony obviously struck a chord in her soul.
Song #10, My Pony, has also made an impact on everyone’s life in this house. I have heard it hundreds of times. I sing this tune to myself as I cut the grass. I sing this song as I drive my truck. I can’t stop singing this song!
Yesterday evening as I got out of the shower, I thought I had reached my point of going completely mad with the song. As I opened my bedroom door, I heard a robotic version of My Pony and froze. It was coming from my desk. My computer sat closed on top of my desk, but the sound was coming up from my desk. Had this song somehow possessed my computer? A second before I called the paddy wagon to come take me away in a straightjacket, I noticed something move from underneath. My daughter was under it with a keyboard playing my favorite song!
I took piano lessons for seven years. Mom, Dad, I just want to say I’m sorry. And Sammie, please learn song #11!
Song #10, My Pony, has also made an impact on everyone’s life in this house. I have heard it hundreds of times. I sing this tune to myself as I cut the grass. I sing this song as I drive my truck. I can’t stop singing this song!
Yesterday evening as I got out of the shower, I thought I had reached my point of going completely mad with the song. As I opened my bedroom door, I heard a robotic version of My Pony and froze. It was coming from my desk. My computer sat closed on top of my desk, but the sound was coming up from my desk. Had this song somehow possessed my computer? A second before I called the paddy wagon to come take me away in a straightjacket, I noticed something move from underneath. My daughter was under it with a keyboard playing my favorite song!
I took piano lessons for seven years. Mom, Dad, I just want to say I’m sorry. And Sammie, please learn song #11!
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