Once upon a time, there was this little girl, whose life was made miserable by a ‘giant elephant’. By ‘giant elephant’ she meant the piano. You see, she absolutely loathed the piano and she could find no words that was blasphemous enough because she was too young to know any of those, that she just named the piano the ‘giant elephant’.
She was forced at a young age to attend piano lessons because almost every friends in her class seemed to be attending one. It was almost like an unspoken rule at that time for parents to send their children to piano lessons at an early age. So she thought she was one of those ‘unlucky’ children.

She couldn’t feel the thrill and the beauty of the music drifting from the piano. She just wished she was wearing an ear plug to keep the sound off. She stared dully at those notes while moving her finger lifelessly across the keys. Every so often her teacher would criticize the way her hands dragged across the piano keys as if the weight of her hands was too much to bear.

She hated those songs that she was forced to play. It didn’t help much when she was forced to play the same song over and over again because the movement of her hands wasn’t timed perfect enough. Such stupid rules. She was sent to the piano school a few days a week for practice because she didn’t have a piano at home.

So one day she gathered enough courage to tell her mother the truth about how much she hated her piano lessons. She wanted to quit. To her surprise, her mother didn’t put up much complaints and she was allowed to have her way. She was so happy that she couldn’t wipe away that smug smile on her face for the rest of the week because she finally got rid of the ‘giant elephant’ from her life just a few days shy of her first piano exam.