Perhaps my memories of early childhood are so happy that when I see photos taken when I was four or five years old, I smile and return to those moments with glee.
Memories expand to other moments as photos act as a connection to other experiences of very early childhood.
The photo of me ‘playing’ the piano is quite vivid! A grand piano, too!
I am looking up at the music sheet where my Mom is pointing out where and what I should be playing.
I was around five years’ old at most and born left-handed! I was very gently ‘moved’ to being right-handed; a challenge in itself.
Trying to tap out the first few keys remains in my memory as vivid as could be! I can still hear my fingers on the keyboard and related sounds.
I endeavoured to play ‘Brahms Lullaby’.
Looking back, such a task would be a walk in the park! Although I still can’t play the piano?
Quite repetitive and theoretically easy, but being half left and half right-handed was confusing to say the least.
Age around ten, I was still being taught to play the piano and still experienced a similar problem; especially when both hands (of course) were supposed to play music in harmony.
And so, a childhood memory. A happy one. I have to say I was fortunate and have never forgotten the efforts my Mom and Dad invested in my potential as a pianist.
Happiness. Full of fond memories. What more could one ask for?
