Musical talent? Um... I play the radio, that is about it. I thought I sang pretty well in the shower, then I married Big Buckaroo and he squashed my dreams of being the next Beyonce (plus, my hips don't move like hers). Yes, he confirmed what my mom tried so nicely to tell me as a child, I am completely tone deaf with no musical ability whatsoever. Nope, I will not be headlining at a karaoke bar anytime soon.
Growing up, I was a cheerleader, gymnast, took dance classes, and let's not forget those two horrendous pageants that I entered (thankfully, we did not put in fake teeth, hair extensions, nor did I wear more make-up on my face than clothes on my body, I guess you get that I am not a big fan of Toddlers and Tiaras). Plus, I played some sports, so music and band did not make it on my completely over-scheduled calendar. Yes, I blame my mother, no really, I am sure she knew early that was not my niche.
Now.....we have moved to a town totally focused on music, yep, fish out of water, but, I am rolling with it. The Buckaroo's decided to try playing an instrument, I am all about introducing them to new things to see if they like it (the kale chips did not go over too well, win some, you lose some). Little Buckaroo decided on the fiddle, so I took him for a first lesson, kaboom, the boy picked it up and loves it. Littlest Buckaroo, who spends his days working on training for Marine Corp boot camp, yes, he is 6 and can do more pull ups than me, said he did not want to take lessons. Then, he saw a banjo and thought it was sort of a guitar and a drum... a drum, huh, he rethought his position and is now playing clawhammer banjo.