I like to think I haven’t got a jealous bone in my body, though there are some who think I was jealous of them when growing up. I can’t think why I would have been, but we never know how other people think, or why, do we?
On the other hand, they may have been jealous of me, or rather my natural gift of music.
It would take hours of painstaking practice to learn a new piece, whereas I just had to hear it a couple of times and could do a pretty good rendition.
At the time, I grew embarrassed and would not play unless everyone else was out of the house. Hubby will tell you of the times he would come home to hear me playing but as soon as I heard his key in the lock, I’d stop.
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