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My parents had both my sister and I taking Violin lessons from the time we were about 3 years old. My sister was REALLY good. She even played in the UCLA orchestra in college. I HATED the violin. I didn't like all those creeses (sp?) in my fingers that the strings left. So, then I took piano lessons. I did pretty well with that - even got to play at the NAACP-ACT-SO thing. (By the way, that was a fun a$$ trip) My problem was that I hated to practice. Then I had this piano teacher that was gay and I didn't really like him that much, so if my parents weren't home and I was there and he came over for my lesson, I'd turn up the stereo so loud that it could be heard from outside and then he'd come to the door and ring the bell for about 20 minutes and leave...then I could just say "oh..so sorry...I didn't hear the door...maybe next week!!!)
I started my kids on piano lessons last year, but let them drop it after about 4 months because they had this psycho military-minded japanese teacher who was just too strict with them. They weren't having fun with it. I've started giving them lessons myself...HECK my parents spent all that money on me..I should be able to use that knowledge and give my kids the basics, 'ya know.
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