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Personal Narrative: My Piano
“Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti, Do!”, I exclaimed to my piano teacher at the age of seven. Since then, I knew that piano would become a significant part of my life. Outside of my activities in health sciences, piano takes a major part of my time. When I came to the United States at the age of eight from Egypt, I was not ready to give up such a huge part of me. I began joining music camps and courses such as S.O.A.R, where I met my future piano teacher, Mrs. Jane. She inspired me to continue playing the piano under the Suzuki methodology and instilled in me a love for music. This caused me to beg my mom for lessons from Mrs. Jane. My younger brother and sister saw my love for music, and decided to play the piano as well.
Since then, I have competed

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