I started studying music at the age of five and a half. My older sister was taking piano lessons. When her teacher left our apartment I would get up on the piano bench and start picking out the notes that were part of my sister's lessons.
I think in a way you're doomed once you can envision something. You're sort of doomed to make it happen. I've found that the moment I can envision leaving a relationship that's usually the moment that the relationship starts to fall apart.
