Memories

The piano

I past the piano down to my children as my father pasted it down to me. My name is Simon and my dad taught me everything I know. I was only 3 years old when I learnt how to play. When I am lonely I sit at my piano and play my favourite song, because it brings all my wonderful memories back. I am thinking about stopping because sometimes it reminds me of the hard times.

 

It wasn’t long ago when my wife, Victoria, and I used to sit at the piano and play our wedding song. I gave Victoria piano lessons, she said it was her first ever time playing a piano (but she was pretty good). As we sat at the piano we played a few notes, then she kissed me on the cheek and went up to bed. Sometimes I still feel her warm kisses on my cold cheek. When I play I can see her reflation (as though her spirit is sat next to me). She wouldn’t sleep if I didn’t play the piano.

 

Back in time to the war, I was a medic. I still feel guilty because I told my best friend to go out and distract the enemies but sadly he got shot… “IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!!!!!” I cried to him. I tried to help him but it was too late, he died there and then in my arms. He was one of my closes friends. It was all my fault!!

 

On my 4th birthday my dad handed me a box, covered in blue tissue paper and a blue ribbon. I was so excited I quickly ripped it open. I know my mum and dad aren’t rich but it was the best present I had ever been given. I said I always wanted a wooden horse, and I got it. That was one of my happiest memories I wasn’t really expecting anything at all.

 

On my horse I rode around the piano twice then stopped and got up on to the chair and played a few notes. I still feel like I have got my family beside, me but I am alone.

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      Jessica Kimberley

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