Flying Words
Older sister can be a pain. Maybe they say the same thing about younger sisters, but I don’t agree. Many memories of growing up with my sisters, who are now my best friends, live in the house at 515 Adams Street. Each time I sit at my piano to play whatever song is floating in my head, I think of the day of the flying words.
In this particular memory, I guess my parents thought my sisters held the promise of musical talent while I did not, because they enroll Pam and Tammy in piano lessons. Ironically, neither of them enjoyed playing the piano or the practice time it required. In addition, I did not enjoy listening to their dull, empty recital pieces as they labored through daily practice sessions that dragged on and on and on. Even more ironic was the fact that I possessed a deep-seeded love for music of all kinds – except that of my sisters’ – and I was never approached with the opportunity to explore my possible talents in producing music. To put it mildly, I was jealous.. As a result, this jealousy produced a serious problem. …show more content…
However, I was not in the mood for her clanking; she would be dethroned. I asked her to stop playing, but when the polite approach was to no avail, I had to step up my game. As my next course of action I vindictively turned the volume up on the TV. Little Joe Cartwright’s voice filled the room as he hollered to Hoss to “meet me in the barn”. No response from the queen on her throne. It was time for drastic
Older sister can be a pain. Maybe they say the same thing about younger sisters, but I don’t agree. Many memories of growing up with my sisters, who are now my best friends, live in the house at 515 Adams Street. Each time I sit at my piano to play whatever song is floating in my head, I think of the day of the flying words.
In this particular memory, I guess my parents thought my sisters held the promise of musical talent while I did not, because they enroll Pam and Tammy in piano lessons. Ironically, neither of them enjoyed playing the piano or the practice time it required. In addition, I did not enjoy listening to their dull, empty recital pieces as they labored through daily practice sessions that dragged on and on and on. Even more ironic was the fact that I possessed a deep-seeded love for music of all kinds – except that of my sisters’ – and I was never approached with the opportunity to explore my possible talents in producing music. To put it mildly, I was jealous.. As a result, this jealousy produced a serious problem. …show more content…
However, I was not in the mood for her clanking; she would be dethroned. I asked her to stop playing, but when the polite approach was to no avail, I had to step up my game. As my next course of action I vindictively turned the volume up on the TV. Little Joe Cartwright’s voice filled the room as he hollered to Hoss to “meet me in the barn”. No response from the queen on her throne. It was time for drastic