Violin

Today, I'm going to tell you about the time I fell in love. It's not what you'd think though.
It was a warm February day and I had my sixth grade registration packet in hand. Stay with the trombone or try something new? It was the question that had been racing through my mind all day. I pulled out my registration form yet again and looked at my choices. Band, orchestra, or choir. I knew choir was out of the question as I had hated it the one year I'd been in it in third grade. I was getting tired of having chapped lips from the trombone and figured that none of the other band instruments sounded very fun. The cello and viola crossed my mind but the violin was the one that stuck. Later that day, I found that my mom had borrowed my aunt's violin so that I could test it out. I drew the bow across the rough strings, probably creating a nasty sound but I immediately knew that the violin was the instrument for me.
    Now, this is my second year playing the violin and I've signed up to be in orchestra for next year as well. I've clearly made progress from tooting out wobbly notes on the recorder and sliding around on the trombone. Playing violin is one of my passions and I hope it stays that way for a long time.