Ah, memories. I played the flute a little in elementary school. It didn't last long, but a flute was purchased and we hung onto it. When I was expecting Austin, my dad dug it out, had it refurbished, and gave it to me as a gift. I took a few lessons, but we lived in a cramped apartment with lots of neighbours - not the best time to learn an instrument. After our flautist in the woods experience, both Austin and I took it up in earnest. We had a good teacher, and we played a few duets, his flute with a bent head joint so his little fingers could reach the keys. I got almost proficient, good enough to play with the Whistler Chamber Music Group while we lived in the region. But of course, life got busy and they were put aside. I pulled mine out yet again when I moved to Penticton, joining the flute choir here. I finally played it enough to enjoy the sounds I was making. I bought Greg a clarinet for Christmas one year, since he's often boasted about how they cut an album (yes, we're that old) when he was in Junior High Band. It mostly stays in the box, and my musical interests are usually expressed on my guitar now, stomping around the living room like it's a stage, singing my heart out and having an all 'round good time. But now that this is out of the box again, who knows?!