When I was in the second grade, I had one violin lesson.

The teacher humiliated me, and I never went back.

So ended my “brilliant” music career.

Now, with the hindsight of an adult, I know the teacher didn’t mean to embarrass me.

He was just trying to show me proper technique, but I felt singled out and shamed in front of my classmates.

Part of me always wondered, though, what I would have been like – what I would have gained – if I had stuck with the lessons.

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