8 Renditions of a Piano

I played the piano as a child. My first piano teacher would come to our house and we would practice in the family room. As I recall he was an irritable old man, with white hair. He might have been a hunchback. I didn’t enjoy the lessons. However my mother insisted and I continued until she realised the teacher might be the problem. The psychological scars this experience left on me persist to this day. My next teacher was much more pleasant, however, as I entered my teens, my interest in the piano diminished.