As a little girl I had lots of hopes and dreams, but there was one desire that burned so deeply I thought it might actually consume me. I wanted to learn to play the piano. Eighty-eight keys of pure magic! We didn’t have a piano, but that didn’t stop me from pretending to “tickle the ivories” on just about every surface imaginable. I would “play” on the back of the seat while riding in the car. When the organist would play during church, I would “play” along on the back of the pew in front of us. I would even kick
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