Music has been a part of my life from a very young age. I remember going to my grandma's house and playing on her piano when I was in kindergarten; there are pictures of me banging on the keys much younger than that even. In 3rd grade I started to play the recorder with the rest of my class. I squeaked and squawked that thing to no end, and I can't imagine how annoying it must have been to my family and all the neighbors. In 5th grade I started the clarinet, inspired by my mom having played the clarinet in high school. The squeaks from that were much more musical than the dreaded recorder, thankfully.
In 7th grade, my passion for music really took off when I learned to play the bassoon. I took to this unique instrument with a gusto. I started to also learn the flute and play the piano whenever I could get to a friends house to borrow theirs. I kept up with the bassoon through high school and in my freshman year my parents bought a baby grand piano. This piano was my favorite instrument by far, and I spent hours each day practicing and playing. My sophomore year in high school I joined the marching band and learned to play percussion. I was queen of the timpani and a master of the marimba within my first year. While in high school I also taught myself the oboe for a few specific songs that the director wanted to play. I attempted to learn the french horn too, but I could never get the "buzz" correct.
Looking back at my long history of music, it is rather sad that my bassoon has been languishing in my closet since college. I have an upright piano that I try and fiddle on every month or so, but if L is home he pushes my hands away so he can play. Music has been pushed out of my life by family, work, and chores. Maybe next year I will make a resolution to bring music back into my life; it was a formative part of my youth and I want my children to participate in music as well.