There is something magical about little old lady music teachers. I had a piano teacher when I was seven - I stopped six months later for who-knows-what. I kept playing and etc, etc, time flew by. I hadn't seen or spoken to her in nearly 30 years when I saw her at my mom's funeral. She came up to me and asked if I remembered her. I said "of course! You're Mrs. Willeman, you were my piano teacher." She asked if I still played so I told her about everything I played and what I was doing (back in '93)and she started sobbing loudly, "No one else has kept playing! Thank you!" and I said, "No, thank YOU" and we hugged and cried. It was very moving.