Things We (HHH) Loathed: Piano Lessons

By age four I was fully involved in ballet, gymnastics and piano, the latter of which fell far below the more active activities on the enjoyment spectrum. As my dad and I toiled away learning Mary Had a Little Lamb, my mom toiled away shopping for culottes and a miniature tuxedo jacket for our big performance. Recital day finally arrived and she gussied me up for the big duet. We took to the stage, me, wildly calm and focused (just look at the photo!), my father, a wreck of nerves. We start to play. I play Mary Had a Little Lamb. He plays something else entirely. I stop the recital and point this out. That was the end of piano.