The Wonder Years

When I was 5 years old my family moved to California to be close to my Grandparents. My Grandmother used to love to tell the story of my instant connection with the piano. I was banging out two-note chords on Grandma's piano one day when my Mother came to pick me up after work. Mom says "Honey, I think you're only supposed to play one note at a time." I said, "No mom, these notes go together."