"25 things about me" why won't you leave me alone?

As we all know, Facebook's "25 things about me" is sweeping us all with an infectious rate.
It hits all the trigger points which are-

1) Being a time waster. Don't we need more of those in our lives.
2) A reason for introspection. What topic do we all love more the ourselves?
and 3) What do we love even more then ourselves?
Telling other people about ourselves of course!

I've read a bunch of 25s ( see reason #1) and they range from fun and light
to the really, really personal.
I like to think mine was that happy medium between
"My favorite food is Thai" and "My last blood test revealed that....".
But regardless, "25" inspired a new piece I plan on continuing.
My #7 was- " My mother doomed me to dorky interests. You think the woman that cringed at the pictures of herself with an accordion would know better."
It got me thinking off all the interests I inherited from Mom. She never told me about any of them growing up, I just happened to fall into them on my own.
Well, not the subject of this first piece. This first one is all her!
Her parents decided that she would play the accordion. I can't believe even in 1962 it was remotely cool thing to do. In turn, she repaid them by sentencing me to,
wait for it... the church organ.
Hearing me play the theme song from Cheers must not have been a treat for her so in that I had my revenge. Luckily for all of us, musical talent and I have manage to avoid each other to this day. My stint at the organ was brief but, oh does the memory of it live on...
in countless jokes told by friends.