I was five years old when I started to play piano. I stayed with my grandmother Cisneros, where there was an upright piano. At that time, my father couldn’t afford pianFootero lessons, but I wanted to learn to play so bad that I taught myself to read the children’s piano books that were in the piano bench. The ones with the little elf and animals they were my guides. I understood where the middle “C” was located on the keyboard, where my fingers were placed on the keyboard.