For the past five years, our house has intermittently hosted the sounds of a trombone (and continues to as J prepares for his junior year of high school next year). Z entering the sixth grade gave him the opportunity to begin in band, and he tried out for percussion and made it.
The snare is a recent addition to the arsenal of instruments, and it’s loud. But we know we won’t always have the privilege of hearing him practice, of watching him play. So we revel in the noise of trombone practice and of drum practice.
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