The Piano
My name is Steven and I’m going to tell you my story. My piano has been with me since I was a little boy. It holds a lot of memories from over the past 80 years. It is the only thing that gets me through the hard times. I stare at my reflection while I play and every now and then I feel a hand gently touch my shoulder. I spend most of my time at the piano.
Sitting here bringing back the memory of how I met the love of my life (Alison). I bumped into her at the dance hall. She was sat opposite me looking enchanting. I floated towards her, held out my and asked if she would like to dance. From there our relationship took off we’ve had our ups and downs but I was devoted to her and I still am today.
Going back even further, I remember the war. I nod at my friend (Andrew) to give him a signal to attack. He started to shoot frantically, somehow all of his shots missed. Suddenly he fell to the ground with a thud. At that point I realised he was shot. He died in my arms I tried everything to try and save him but nothing seemed to work.
When I was younger I remember receiving a blue box tied with a pretty bow. It was one of the best toys around.me and my mates used play with my hobby horse pretending we were cowboys. It was the best thing ever. I loved my horse and then it got passed down the family all the way to my grandson. The skill of playing the piano got passed down also.