Da Realist 1
My great-grandmother had a piano in the living room of her house. I am certain that someone in my family must have played it at some point or, at the very least, took lessons. I think all of us great-grandchildren banged on the keys of that old, out-of-tune piano. But none of us, as far as I know, can play. Other than serving as a noise-maker for children, its major purpose seemed to be holding various knick-knacks and pictures.
So, I didn’t learn to play a musical instrument, but I wish that I had. I would love to play piano; I would have loved to play that piano. There is something so wonderful about touching the keys and hearing beautiful music coming out.
OK, 2 Dope Readers, what talent would you like to have?