“I’m going to play the flute,” says one girl, bouncing in her seat.
“Me too!” parrot several girls.
“Well, I’m going to play the clarinet,” declares Dotty (Snotty Dotty as I call her in my head).
She turns to me, “What are you going to play?”
Thoughts of a shiny silver flute held delicately against my lips flit across my inner vision. I feel Snotty Dotty’s eyes boring into me.
I shrug. “Probly the trombone,” I say casually.
Snotty Dotty bristles, “What? You can’t play that! The trombone is for booyysssss.”
I shrug again.
And that, dear readers, is how I came to play the trombone for six years. The first year I had to use my foot to reach all the positions...yeah, I was that tiny.