Pressing all 88 keys, 52 white and 36 black keys, singing, dancing and playing along my mother's piano playing remained as my favorite childhood memory. I remember wandering how pressing different keys together could determine if the song sounded so wonderfully fun, happy, sad, and depressing. I had piano lessons every single day through out elementary school, but I stopped playing when the excitement and joy playing the piano no longer existed. I was born in Lincoln, Nebraska, and spent all of my elementary school years in Korea. When I came back to the States at the end of 5th grade, my family and I struggled together as we adjusted to the new environment in Georgia. After not playing for 6 years, I started learning to play the piano two years ago from the very beginning. I did not have a piano at home, so I always stayed after school to practice in the band practice room. One of the greatest challenges that I took in my high school career was playing for the school's jazz band during senior year. Even though some parts were not played due to the lack of skill, I am still very proud of the amount of work and progress made by the whole band when we played at the final concert. Again, I had to stop playing when my back surgery lasted 4 months of recovery, but I started to learn and practice the piano with a friend who majors in music performance at UGA. Now slowly catching up, I realized that it does not matter how many re-starts I have, or how well I can play the excerpts and etudes when I learn to play. In the mean time, I even got to play the flute, bass clarinet in band ensembles, and even play the piccolo in the Redcoat marching band. Even if I never figure out those complex music theories or how to play the Bach and Beethoven, I will always find a way and continue to enjoy what I learn and play.