I’ve been playing my piano since a child. My piano holds many memories over the past 70 years, had it since I was a child (good times). My father had it first but then he died, he then past it down to me. When I was a little bit younger (at about 50) I taught my wife how to play, she was amazing.
I remember my wife Barbara she used to adore my music I played. When we met it was the best thing that ever happened to me, but now she’s dead. I know how much she loved me, I remember feeling a hand on my shoulder as in played the piano and I know she’ll always be watching.
Going back even further, I start to remember the time of the war. I was sprinting to get to the other wall (where my friend was) beginning to worry about him. I get to the wall telling my friend to take the shot, but in the end I felt guilty because he got shot and died. I really regret that day.
As I play the piano I remember a present what my mum gave me. I open the present and it was a hobby horse. I would run around the house galloping and I would play on it nearly all day and all night. It was my best present in them days, how could I forget it.
Now I play the piano like I always have. It has been a great part of my life and it is the most precious thing in the world. Every night my grandson would come to have piano lessons so one day when I die I can pass it down to him.
By Tyler Harrison