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Sometimes childhood memories are so confusing.
And sometimes just asking questions leads to answers – like when my sister posted her (I think) one and only comment on my blog back in ’06.
I remember, when I was very young, like 4 or 5 or 6, that my sister and I had gerbils as pets.
And I remember that they would get out of the cage sometimes and hide behind the piano.
And as I look back on those ancient memories, I find myself wondering:
Why did we have a piano?!
My parents didn’t play the piano, at least not that I ever remember.
I remember getting a guitar for a birthday or Christmas present and having a lesson, but I don’t remember having more than one.
I know my sister did go on to play flute and saxaphone in high school and a bit after.
But no piano.
We were not rich, my family, when I was growing up, and so, it seems odd that my parents would spend so much money on… a piano.
The piano in the apartment on Spencer Creek Road will forever remain a mystery to me.