It made me giggle!
My sister, Laura, played the trombone growing up. I was a flutist.
I have to tell you that playing the flute is awful at times like pep band, marching band, etc. You feel very superfluous. What I wouldn't have given to play brass...
Toting a flute back and forth to school, however, was much easier than toting the trombone.
My sister used to talk me into hauling her trombone home from our K-12 school. We lived about 3 blocks away. It stretched for miles to my young eyes.
One lovely winter day, I discovered that her trombone made the perfect sled.
I rode that thing like Shaun White on a snowboard. OK, minus the backside rodeo.
I remember my mom scolding my sister for how beat up the case had become. I remember my sister being someone mystified about its condition. I also remember no guilt.... Ah youth.
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