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How Music Affects the Brain
Growing up, our house was never without a piano. Never without a piano being played at least twice a day. When my older brother turned five years old, it was time for him to begin learning scales and notes on the piano. He still plays to this day. When I turned five a little over a year later, my mom sat me up on the kitchen counter in our second home and asked me if I wanted to learn to play the piano, and of course, I said yes.
My mother then taught my brother, myself, and my younger sister how to play piano, each in turn after we had our fifth birthday. I aspired and still aspire to play as well as my mom who first sat down at a piano at the ripe age of two. She’s dedicated her life to music and teaching kids how to play the piano and sing. So while I know I’ll never be as good as her, I know that I can always try.
The following years were filled with numerous piano lessons, both in school and at home with my mom as my teacher, all the way until I turned eighteen and graduated high school. We had piano recitals at least twice a school year, where friends family, and spectators would climb in the bleachers to hear these kids pluck away on the black and white keys. Naturally, I progressed as I got older and picked pieces that were much too challenging for me. I would spend hours a day after school and sports practices sitting at the piano, determined to wow the…
