In fourth grade I decided I wanted to take violin lessons at school because it was pretty and that meant violin class instead of boring regular music class on Wednesdays. Well, I ended up getting frustrated by the lack of personal attention and became unmotivated. Later in the year however, I began to actually practice when I was supposed to and to try to figure things out on my own. I got really into it and even thought about doing it professionally because I figured at that age I had plenty of time to get to that level. Sadly, though, the next year my mother told me I wouldn’t be able to play violin because she, as a single mother, couldn’t afford to rent the violin any longer. :( I don’t think I ever told her that I had thought of becoming a professional. That I desperately wanted to improve… maybe it was for the best though. All my other grades had began to fall down a steep slope because I had become so focused on my violin. She told me I’d be able to pick it back up in middle school if I wanted. Mere placation. She wanted me to play the flute, anyway.
Since then, every time I’ve seen someone playing my heart just wrenches. I really miss it. I’m going to buy myself one as soon as I can. :D