Gillian Hinton
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Some pieces of my mind and imagination xx
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The lights go out and I can't be saved.
I’ve been playing piano since I was 6 years old. I started while I was living in South Surrey, along with my two older sisters. My teacher, Leslie, was a dream. She actually came to our house to teach, and she knew the right balance of pushing me and laughing at my kid jokes. She let me choose the pieces I wanted to play, and wouldn’t let me back out easily when I wanted to give up on them. She was kind and organized, and created the perfect environment for my passion garden to grow. My interest in piano had always been there. But she was my watering can. I’d watch my sisters play before I was old enough to take lessons, and mimic their hands on my jeans, watching them from the stairs. When I was finally old enough to start, once I’d mastered even just a couple bars of Mexican Jumping Beans or Row, Row, Row Your Boat, that was all the house would hear for days. Piano became my sole way of pleasure and escape. When my mom said no to another serving of Honey Nut Cheerios at breakfast, I was hammering away at the piano. Or my sister said I couldn’t hang out with her and her other 9 year old friends, the piano was going to hear about it. It was a way of moving through my emotions, even though I didn’t quite understand that yet.
By Gillian Hinton6 years ago in Beat
