My earliest memories are steeped in music, all thanks to my mom. Actually she's a classical guitar player, and I can still picture her when her fingers dancing on the fret-board. She was the first person to teach me how to play guitar when I was just in elementary school. There's something beautiful and pure about the way she plays. As I grew older, my fascination with music just expended. I was itching to learn more! I remember practically begging my parents for classical music lessons especially the violin and the piano. Unfortunately, life had other plans, We had just moved into a new house, and our savings were dedicated to school and settling in, so lessons just weren’t in the budget at that time. Honestly, though, it was fine. When I was in junior high, my dad surprised me with a keyboard. I dove right into learning it, and I've loved having it.
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