I choked on my Uncle Metal-Detector's tin whistle when I was a baby, does that count?*BG*
All my childhood was filled with traditional music. I remember lying in bed at night and the sounds of voices, pipes, fiddles, whistles (and even banjos, bodhrans and accordians!) floating up through the floorboards at one of my parents' many great parties.
I don't play an instrument (though I'm trying to learn the guitar), I just hang round Mudcat hoping all the expertise here will be contagious (in a musical sense). I did used to sing in school though, and I'll never forget the choir's version of Vivaldi's Gloria - the opening movement. Everyone in the choir loved singing it, and before we finished one term, we asked if we could sing it for the last time. It was amazing. I remember the hair on the back of my neck standing up. I loved choir.