I used to take piano lessons when I was younger. I started in kindergarten and stopped when I reached high school. I absolutely dreaded going to my weekly lessons. I didn't practice as much as I was supposed to, and when I did, it was very half-assed. It just wasn't my thing; I never had a passion for it.
When my mom went to drop me off for lessons I would throw fits and try to give excuses to get me out of the lesson. I remember one time specifically my mom tried to bribe me with Pogs (I still have some sick slammers now that I think about it).
Now that I'm 22 and about eight years removed from my last lesson, I find myself wanting to play once in a while. This morning I sat down and started playing. To my surprise, I remembered all the major scales and chords. I then started to learn a song for about 45 minutes. I actually enjoyed myself, but I also found myself regretting not taking lessons more seriously and thought about how I could be so much better than I actually am.
When I have kids, I hope they take a liking to piano because it really is a great skill to have.
