My parents purchased this piano when my mother, brother, and I started taking piano lessons many years ago. It has survived five moves (if I’m recollecting correctly), two apartment floods, one spill in the back of a pickup truck (note the scuff marks in the picture), and many hours of heavy-handed practice by yours truly (including a couple of broken strings that remain broken to this day).
Many memories tied to that instrument.
Now, my kids are beginning to play. I’m teaching Tony, and Lyddie accompanies herself (her version of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” is excellent). We sing songs together from time to time as a family.
Do you have any objects from your childhood that both stir up old memories AND create new ones?