* piano *

i have always loved the piano..
well, not exactly always but i have always loved the sound it makes..

i started playing the piano when i was 6..love the teacher who was teaching me at that time..then, she had to get married so she stopped teaching me..at that time, i was 8 and i was in grade 3..

mom thought that i needed to continue on playing so she hired a man piano teacher to teach me..bad choice..
not only do i hate that teacher, he constantly abused me by pinching my hand, twisting my ears and knocking my head with his fist..
i stayed on learning from him for about 4 years..everytime, i would find excuses not to go to piano class fearing that the fat teacher will hit me again..and i was to afraid to tell anyone about what happened..

finally, i couldn't take the abuse anymore..took the courage and spilled the beans to my dad..
i stopped piano there and then ending my grade 5 in practical and grade 6 in theory..

i have bad sight reading as i cant read scores well..i memorise songs as i play..my listening skill is still top and dont get me started on scales..its bad..

and so piano has always been a part of my life and because of one bad teacher, it kills what i love doing..

now, i was wondering, would it be too late to rekindle the love i once felt for piano?