My youngest, a great kid who is wise beyond his years, had the opportunity to take band this year in school. He will tell you he is not the tallest kid in his class (I think it is because we didn't give him milk with added hormones-yeah Smith Brothers Dairy) but the instrument he chose-- the trombone!
At this point, his reach will not allow him to extend it all the way and the case is more than half as tall as he is. He says he thought it would be an interesting instrument. Apparently no one else thought so, because he is the only one in his band.
It is interesting how interest fades in proportion to the difficulty of the task ahead? We just had another one of our scintillating conversations about practice time and how one can't quit band in the middle of the year (at least if you live in our house).
What he doesn't hear, is how much he has improved since the first attempts and swollen lips. It is nice hear actual notes coming out of the thing.
Our advice to him, keep practicing, because when you are the only trombone in the band and everyone will hear when you make a mistake.
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