Hi hi,
So, my story.
I found a ukelele and an Arthur Godrey book of chords in the cedar closet when I was about seven. I would sit in there and play so no-one could hear, since I figured that it was put there to be out of the way, and I wasn't sure if I was doing something wrong. Nobody complained, so I took it up to my room, and played there.
I loved making the music, but since my folks considered it just kind of a distraction, and didn't pay it much mind, I kept it to myself until I discovered coffeehouses, and I was off and running from there.
Wow, audiences. What a hit it was. I started to play anyplace that people didn't seem to mind, and would pay attention, and, well, that was about 35 years ago.
I envy those whose parents actively encouraged them, and/or who presented an example to follow. I'm trying to be a musical role model to my daughter, even though she lives 2800 kms away. She does love making music, and I do what I can to lead the way and show her that it's a good thing. I send her music books and songs. For Hanukah, I wrapped her gifts in printouts of songs, which was fun for her to read as she was tearing them open.
Well, there you go...
Owl.