i grew up playing the piano. i took lessons every week from the 2nd grade through high school. i spent months memorizing rachmaninoff. my lessons ended when i went to college. so did my playing. i don't even know if i could read music anymore. i'd hope it'd all come back to me after a few sit-downs. but probably many sit-downs. occasionally i think it'd be nice to have a piano in the house. even better so if they looked like these.