Sometime in elementary school, I believe around 3rd grade, I was taught to play the recorder in music class. I do not know why. Perhaps it was to introduce our young, nimble minds to the joys of music but it probably sounded more like a big, squawky nightmare. There’s a special place in heaven for elementary school music teachers and I’m sure it’s a very quiet place. For the unaware, the recorder is a plastic flute type instrument that comes in a little drawstring bag that we loved to swing around, often hitting each other upside the head. The most interesting part of this new toy (to my friends and I at least) was the plastic stick and cloth that came with it. We were told this was to clean out the spit that accumulated in the instrument during playing. Being 8 years old, this was equally disgusting and fascinating. We spent an inordinate amount of time cleaning our recorders.
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