In sorting through my music cabinet, I came across a classical piano book by Prokofiev. I had to learn a few songs in it as a teen. I use learn loosely, because I hated the music. It's the only time I remember my piano teacher telling me I could just stop on a piece and move on to something else. I just couldn't make myself work on those pieces...sorry for any Prokoviev fans.
I laughed about it, wondered why I'd kept it for so long (did I think I might "learn" to like it as an adult?), and put it in the box to give away.
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