He came this morning, and the kids were entranced. They loved seeing the insides of the piano and how all the little hammers strike the strings to make it play. It brought back memories from my own childhood, and the wonderment I felt when the kindly old man who tuned our piano came by. As much as I loved watching him tune it, my favorite part was how he played it when he was done. I remember wishing so badly that someday I could play as well as he did.
It was like magic.
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