My paternal grandmother had the most beautiful full size, upright piano. It made the most amazing sounds.

I used to love listening to her or my aunt play. And this piano could play itself. If I remember correctly there was music that was programmed on a paper and put inside a compartment in the piano.

I loved that piano! And I was so excited when my aunt taught me how to play, I love coffee, I love tea. I was about seven at the time and wanted so badly to learn how to play more.

Unfortunately, my grandmother decided to sell that piano. I remember begging her not to and crying when the guys came and carried it out the door.

To this day, whenever I see a piano, it brings back that memory of learning that one simple song. And wishing I had only pursued the interest I had in playing.