Tuesday was my favorite day of the week. As soon as school was over, we all drove to Lucy Hicutters house. Lucy was my Piano teacher from 3rd grade. Her house always smelled like cinnamon rolls. She and I spent almost an hour together, but my favorite part of our visit was listening to Lucy play before lessons together. I thought if I practiced each lesson for the week, I could play as beautifully as Lucy. Many weeks went by and all I could stumble through was Mary had a little lamb, I began to dislike practice time. I wanted to play as gracefully and wonderfully as Lucy. I was so bored with the same song. My parents began to notice I wasn’t putting much effort into my practice times, but so did Lucy. She had a plan that would encourage me during my lessons. She would sit beside me as I played my lesson, and together we sounded so wonderful. And soon she helped my interest to spark. Finally as I learned to play more difficult music, I soon realized Lucy had to struggle just like me to have the ability to play those wonderful songs for me at the start of my lesson. I still have wonderful memories of Tuesday’s with Lucy as I now sit with my students and share the love of the Piano.