Describe a memory you perceive differently now than you did when it occurred.
Early on Christmas Eve, when I was about 7 years old, my parents and I went to my maternal grandparents’ home. Something special was going to be delivered, and they wanted me to be surprised when we got back home. I knew what it was without their saying anything. It would be a pony of my of my own … It was the worst Christmas ever. When we got home, sitting against the wall was a brand-new spinet piano … That damned spinet, that cursed Christmas gift, became my friend and my confidante. It whisked away loneliness, sadness, confusion, upset, whatever negativity had inched into my life. It was equally effective in helping me express happiness, satisfaction, contentment, optimism, or anything else that needed celebrating. That piano was magic.