I want you to describe a memory.

Tell me a pleasant memory you hold dear. Perhaps something you treasure of a memory with a relative or someone you held dear and close to your heart. A childhood memory that made you FEEL loved and secure.
I am tired of the Drama I read in S.W. of those bragging of their sexuality.

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Carla1951 · 70-79, F

Thankyou Bill. My mom wanted my sisters and I to be pianists. I hated to practice. I wasn't good. Knew I never would be. It was many years that passed before I was able to confide in her that I was never going to be an artist. I hated playing the piano. The practicing. Yet in today...I have many pianists on my computer.