#5
I instinctively chose the violin as my first; my uncle had been a professional string player for many years. Miss Isolde would teach me to play it on Tuesdays and Thursdays at lunchtime, and we would fill the many halls together with the sweet vibrant sound of string duets. I was very quick to accomplish all of the master techniques, and soon, Miss Isolde and I could beautifully play all 45 of the Bartok Violin Duets, ringing out into the schoolyard for all to hear.
I smiled and laughed, as my small bow smoothly brushed across the strings, the resin sticking to them with each bowing; the power of an instrument was something that I couldn't quite behold yet. I asked Miss Isolde whether I could learn a new instrument, and she nodded in excitement; she promised to bring in a selection for next time.
I hopped down the road towards my house, with the top part of Bartok's Hungarian Duet whistling through my amazing musical mind. However, as Time had left to show me, all these emotions are simply transient in the grand scope of Life's journey.