Do you remember my piano? At the time of writing, I have owned and loved that instrument for eighty-two years. Hundreds of children have sat on the cushioned bench in my front room and learned to play on that same piano. None of them knew that it only cost seven shillings when we first purchased it. Before them, I too had learned my first notes with Mrs Reynolds. She had been a kind but strict teacher, and she had a heart-shaped birthmark on her forehead, that I would glance at whenever she wasn’t looking.
I enjoyed this one so much.