You can have one of mine. I just remember going out for band and being really excited about it. Learning hot cross buns on the clarinet. Being really sick the day of my first recietal but playing anyway. Then I miss a practice. Then I miss another practice. At this point I’m ashamed.

Then one day the band teacher, who I assume was a pretty good dude, coming by and getting my attention through the window of the classroom door. Making eye contact with me and miming playing an instrument and just me shaking my head “no.”

It’s weird how our subconscious wants to revist these things long after the trauma is gone. Like it wants to fight it or subcome to it.

K