I imagined myself playing each instrument: woody clarinets, glistening trumpets, silver flutes, all manner of drums. I longed to handle them, try them out, hear their sounds. My sights always came to rest on the long wall of beautiful stringed instruments, violins, violas, guitars, their elegant, exotic shapes and warm brown and tan hues created a rich, textured tapestry.
Mom often finished her business long before I was ready to leave, and whisked me away from that magical world in the music store.
Do you remember being fascinated by any particular musical instrument? Did you ever learn to play it? Please share in the comments below.