When I was about 12, we started having keyboard lessons in music, and don't ask why, but it ended up with my Mum getting me a keyboard with both of us assuming I'd found my niche.
Unfortunately, it didn't go that well. I just about passed my keyboard assessment in music which involved getting as far as a song called "Pineapple Chunks" (I hate that word) which was level 6 I think I recall, and at home I'd been bought a book of songs to play which was incredibly more complicated than the stuff I'd learnt at school.
My Grandad plays the organ, so for a bit tried to teach me, but it didn't go well and unfortunately was something I never quite kept up. He loved playing my keyboard though. As did my Mum, who taught herself to play Moon River and the theme from Titanic.
To this day, I can't remember where that keyboard went, but I can play the first few lines of My Heart Will Go On. Yes, I'm not very musical, but it still counts!
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