The Toy Piano.

As time passes, we encounter countless individuals; some remain strangers while others grow to be significant and close members of our lives. Everyone has an impact on us. You never know whether someone you've known for a while will have an impact on you for the rest of your life. In a similar vein, events in our lives have an impact on and aid in the development of "ME." I'll also talk about the people we overlook, despise, loathe, admire, and/or love as we travel through life. They are all important in our life. There are both positive and negative effects that a role might have on us. Any impact on us cannot be disregarded.

My neighbours had a big influence on me when I was a kid. Those neighbours were more than just neighbours. We used to play games, act in plays, do group studies, and participate in sports when we were kids. Conflicts over little matters, such as refusing to share belongings with other siblings or friends, were typical. This makes me think of my pink toy piano. The best toy I had was this toy piano.

Music has always been a significant influence on my life. In school, during my singing classes, I would be mesmerised by the way my music teacher’s fingers danced on the keyboard. She played the tune and we children sang to her tune. It had been a month since I was pleading with my father to get me a toy piano. On the pretext that I would share my piano with other neighbour’s children, my Papa got me a piano. I had promised him that we children would take turns and play the piano.

I don't remember why I wasn't in the mood to share my toy piano with anyone one day. While I was playing at his house, a toddler in my neighbourhood wanted to play with it. When he sobbed and reached for my pink piano. I hurried back to my room. I dashed into my house and slammed the door tight, preventing him from stealing my piano. As I opened the door, I heard the toddler's cries and saw his little finger jammed between the door hinges. I was terrified of having to give up my piano as a punishment after seeing his hands covered in blood.

His mother and a few neighbours rushed him to the doctor. I was just 7 years old at the time. I was terrified of confronting my parents about what I had done. When he returned home, his finger was bandaged. I cried as I apologised to him and offered him my piano to compensate for the anguish I had caused him. I felt embarrassed for myself for days.

This minor occurrence in my childhood taught me a valuable life lesson. Papa taught me that injuring another human being was a severe offense to commit at any age. My little lesson was to share and care for everyone. The most important effect was that I grew more sensitive to other people's feelings and hurt. Empathy occupied a significant portion of my adult life. I knew what it was like to be in pain. Even now, I recall how it must have felt to be a toddler, and I am conscious of how it has aided my development into the person I am now.