Playing the violin. I remember being in either kindergarten or first grade and was taking music lessons at achool, and I remember I was starting to get it,and could play basic tunes. I remember being really excited and proud of myself, probably my fiest experience being proud with myself as a kid. Then one day my string broke. The music teacher was a Karen so she was of no help getting a new string for me when i told her, my parents didn't really care either, doubt they knew or care that I was starting to catch on, and you know how that goes, slipped through the cracks.