The other day I came across an old box of school books and found a paragraph that I had written about 3 or 4 years ago. Grammatical errors included.

Almost everyday I practice piano. I no longer take lessons, for
I had not the dilligence to practice ten minutes a day. I usually
start off by playing Fur Elise for the thousandth time with no ending.
After that I play whatever my fingers please. Though I may not be
good at time keeping or finnishing a song or playing soft enough,
what do I care. I'm not Lorie Line. It doesn't matter if I play Tarentelle,
The Campells are comeing or live the life, I'm sure to get crabbed at
sooner or later. :-)

I now enjoy playing piano very much, thank you.