Musician I’m Not

When I heard my aunt say that she was very disappointed that she bought my cousin this rather expensive keyboard only for him not to appreciate it, and not even make a good effort to learn how to play it, I suddenly remembered how when I was a teenager, my parents did buy similar keyboard for me and my siblings and asked a family friend to teach us how to play. But we practiced in their house, on a real piano, and though I was intent on learning and have the desire to really be good at it myself, I later accepted it that my time to acquire that skill has gone. So I moved on to wanting to learn how to play the guitar, which is something I really thought I can improve on in time. I must’ve bought three guitars - passed on to cousins and my brother - but I never got past playing the simplest chords. And now my sister, who rather reflects my interests and (pathetic) skill in this area - wants a ukulele because she thinks maybe since it’s so small, it’ll be easier to be efficient at. I’m not yet convinced. but one of these days, I may find myself buying one of those cute little things that make cute little sounds.