Not many know this about me (well, accept for my high school friends) but I did indeed learn to play the piano while studying in an all girls Catholic boarding school. I started when I was 10 years old and continued even after I graduated from high school; a total of 12 years and I sat for all my exams religiously. One could say that I was a decent pianist and was better at the written part of it, the theory of music. I am glad and thankful that I had the opportunity to learn, that my parents and my dear teacher, Sister Eulalia, always believed in me and pushed me to excel. But I also have no regrets discontinuing it. People are always amazed, and some disappointed, when they hear that I quit after all those years of hard work. My reason - I was just not passionate about it. Life is short and I want to spend the 'little' time I have on this earth focusing on the things I love and doing things that make me really happy. My mom has most of my certificates framed up and these are the only 2 unframed ones that I've kept with me. Every once in a while I am reorganizing my desk I pull these out to look at them, remember my younger days, then feel a sense of accomplishment, gratitude and pride. Maybe if Evan is interested I will teach him so that some day he can look back and remember learning to play the piano with me. I could create another little childhood memory for him.