When I was, around eight years old, I thought it would be fun to learn to play the piano. My parents agreed to purchase a piano.
They told me that I would be required to practice one hour a day, because piano lessons were expensive. At first, I practiced piano for two hours each day, the result was I progressed very rapidly.
Every day for two years I raced home when school was over and practiced the piano with great enthusiasm.
Then one day, something happened. I decided I liked baseball better than the piano. Though I can play the piano rather well at that time, I do not practice as long nor as diligently as I once did.