Yellowed with Years

My Mom bought me a keyboard 25 years ago. I had been begging her for a couple of years to get me one. I started lessons when I was 7 or 8 with a lady that went to our church at the time. The first Hymn I remember learning was "Almost Persuaded". After we moved from that town, I only took lessons for another year or two. During that time, we rented a piano from a local music shop. I hated practicing. So, after a year at the Royal Conservatory of Music, and a few months with a "lady up the street" I stopped taking lessons. And, the rented piano went back to the shop. That's when my Mom bought me a Kawai keyboard. I never stopped playing. I wanted to do my own thing, compose my own songs, and not be forced to practice. I moved my keyboard with us every time we landed in a new place. That keyboard went from Saskatoon, to Newfoundland, to Ignace, to Saskatoon, to Prince Albert, to Ignace and to Waterloo. In those places, she went to different venues, such as homes and churches.  She has traveled many miles. Her music is still decent, with an occasional ringing that wasn't on purpose, her keys are yellowed with years, and she's been through a few adapters. She still 'works'. I will keep her. But, it was time to get something new. 

This is our Yahama. We went from a 61 key to a 76 key. I have big dreams for this new keyboard. I want her to be for my daughter what the other keyboard was to me. I want Cailyn to learn to play, to create, to compose, and to use playing as a form of expression. I cried many times playing my keyboard, and I hope that Cailyn is able to find the same emotion and passion in her playing. 

This new keyboard has some big shoes to fill.