My life story haha more than a few words: We had an upright piano growing up. My brother and I would "play" with it and try to recreate the songs from the radio that we liked. Mom decided she needed to do something to foster our interest and secured us a music teacher for piano lessons. A few years passed and we'd had enough. But Mom insisted we continue until highschool. Which meant I would have two more years of lessons than my brother. 😔 We didn't mind the lessons at first but they were never what we wanted. They never helped us learn how to play the songs we wanted to play. You know, without sheet music. Somehow, this was never properly understood by Mom. During this time of piano lessons my school offered violin lessons. I assume the violin needed renting but I never got any real info there. Only Mom said she didn't want to hear the screeching during practice. So I never took violin lessons. During highschool my parents celebrated their 25th anniversary, and they hosted a party where the son of one of Mom's and Dad's friends played his violin! Needless to say I had mixed feelings. I needed to forgive Mom for denying me the honor of playing for their celebration. (Since I wasn't allowed to learn.) I taught my Aunt how to play the piano as I was happy to give her the basics. Then I encouraged her to take lessons from our family friend who gave lessons for a living. I used to help him set up for his student recitals. As my parents aged we moved to a house we found together. Eventually, I bought myself a violin and started learning from YouTube. I learned that Dad never knew I wanted to learn or he would have agreed to it as he also wanted to learn. So we kind of did a little together. But timing for learning was hard and we both stopped. I did take my violin to the park nearby, which was often empty, to practice. I also would practice at a car park on the side of the road near a hiking/fishing area. If no one was around. 😁 I've yet to properly learn to play.