Behind the Music
I wasn't always musical, but my family was. I heard that my dad played the trumpet, never heard proof, but he does sing in the choir to this day! My mom is the best pianist and organist you'll ever hear, and both of my grandparents sang and played instruments. Pretty normal right? I started taking piano lessons like every other first grader and ended up with the usual attitude of " I don't want to practice," and quit. Ironically, I kept playing piano every day but by ear. I specifically remember growing up hearing the piano every night as one of my four sisters or mom practiced, noticing every chord. The notes rang through the yellow and red spotted paper covered walls, always captivating me. It sounded best at the top of the staircase. I especially liked the piano when it was loud enough to hide our nightly sister quarrels about borrowing that shirt, Barbie, or who got the last Little Debbie...if the music stopped and we were still fighting then someone got a wo...