|No, that's not me.|
Then I got my violin. My violin was a margarine box with a paint stirrer taped to it, seriously. For four months I had to practice on the damn thing every dingle day. It made no sound but I was supposed to say "strawberry cherry" over and over again so I could learn to keep time. We ended up moving and I never even got to play on a real violin! How can you learn an instrument without ever even touching it? What kind of crock is this? Or, were my parents just duped by a guy driving a Suzuki? There were a bunch of things like this I was forced to do at a young age. Some were OK, most I detested. I turned out alright so it's not all bad. To this day I have no musical talent whatsoever despite being forced into violin and later piano lessons. By the fourth child my parents had pretty much given up on all that yuppie shit, and you know what? After six months of lessons my littlest sister (whom wanted lessons) is rockin out on guitar already. Are kids just better at stuff when they aren't forced into it? Or, is it because she learned how to play on an actual guitar instead of one made out of a box of cheerios and a set of jumper cables?
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