Learning How to Play Piano is as Fine as Playing Football
I had a huge disappointment in junior high school. All my life I’d wanted to play football. It never entered my mind that weighing ninety pounds and standing five foot three, I might not make the team. The coach shook his head and firmly said, “Find another sport.” I tried tennis, but kept missing the ball and smacking my leg. I discovered golf balls are not supposed to go straight up and straight back down. Finally, after weeks of “trying out”, I was left with learning how to play piano at Grandma’s urging. You know, it’s not half bad. I’m even close to football, my first love. I play keyboard in the marching band. The offer of a music scholarship from our state college is pretty fine too.