Playing the piano

One of my few distinct memories of when I was six years old was going to a dinner party at a family friend’s house, and deciding impulsively (as little kids often do) that I wanted to learn how to play the piano. At the time, my parents had been in near-constant communication with their friends from school, work, and the general Asian-American community, so it was almost a foregone conclusion that I would be signed up for piano lessons the moment I expressed any interest whatsoever.

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