CORONA DEL MAR — I remember it like it was yesterday. There I was, a simple young suburbanite pillaging my way through the fourth grade, one of many among the huddled miniature masses headed for the multipurpose room.
It was the same room where I made my glorious onstage debut only months before as the ever-so-important narrator for our epic production of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."
But that day, it was the room that hosted a presentation that would have a monumental effect on my life.
Resting still on a half-circle of tables were three instruments: a violin, clarinet and trumpet. They were only still, that is, until we uneducated children put our restless hands on them in a frenzy of fiddling with bows, pushing the keys and blowing in mouthpieces. We were altogether unknowing of the correct combinations and techniques to make the instruments sing.
Even in such unawareness, it was great.