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  • i started playing the violin when i was 10. due the nature of my father's work we moved quite often, hardly ever staying in the same place for more than 3 years. this interrupted my violin lessons causing me to get frustrated with the pace of my progress.

    i have always loved music and never wanted to quit playing the violin, though i never very felt confident playing it. in jr high i finally joined a symphony orchestra and played in one throughout my high school years and for most of college. thanks to that old violin i had the opportunity to tour the united states and europe. but eventually i got too busy, and stopped playing in the symphony on the second semester of my junior year in college.

    i graduated, got a job, got married, got my masters degree, and continued to be too busy for my violin.

    a few months ago my son was born, and recently my wife suggested, then insisted, that i play the violin for him. i resisted. it had been too long. what if my son didn't like it? did i still know how to play? the old childhood fears came back, it was like moving to a new place and looking for a new violin teacher, and wondering how much i remembered, and what my new teacher would think of me.

    i walked into the closet, and standing on the tip of my toes i reached for the highest shelf and felt around until i felt a handle. i grabbed it and gently pulled it towards the edge and now with both hands carefully brought it towards me, cradling my old friend in my arms. the case was dusty, and still had some stickers from one of the orchestra tours. carefully i opened the case and gently pulled out my old violin. i tightened the bow, slowly applied resin to its hair, then proceeded to tune the old instrument.

    soon enough i was ready to play. i knelt by the baby swing where my son was sitting a played for him. i was rusty, several notes were slightly off tune, and the sound creaked a bit as the bow switched strings. but as i warmed up, the sound got better, the notes more accurate and the bowing smoother. soon i was enjoying myself, and my son watched spellbound.

    my wife gives great advice.

    i am glad i dusted off the old violin.
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