I grew up in an old intelligent family, we had an old, large house and a piano.
We lived on the 1st floor, the oven is heated, the floor is cold, I was often sick as a child, so I played the piano. Unclearly?
Years from the 3-4s, when I already knew where the edge was and what it hurt to fall, I was put on the cover of the piano with all the toys, a chair was attached to the side so that I could climb there and there.
As a child, I played the piano.