Me: Mom , how old was I when I played “Polonaise”?
Mom: probably six or seven. Why?
Me: I can’t play it anymore.
Mom: Then practice again…
I looked at the pieces I played when I started learning the piano at four and good God, I think I could have been a child prodigy if only I continued. (Which makes me wonder if I’ll always just be full of potential because I never seen to realize anything.) read more?
