Pachelbel's Canon

I play a little guitar (seriously, it fit's in my briefcase). No, really. I can work my way around a camp song or two and I am just self-assured enough that I have led some sizable groups in a chorus now and then. But I started on the cello.

In the fourth grade, the music teacher comes by all the classes and wants to know who wants to learn to play music. I signed up and when I went to the first day they asked me what I wanted to play. "Guitar" I said.

"How about cello?" they replied, "It's sort of like a guitar . . . ."

I spent the next 4 years murdering the cello. On the upside, I was able to pawn my cello in my senior year of high school for a payment on a motorcycle. My mother was about as thrilled as you would expect her to be.

I even took cello lessons during the summer. The summer between my 7th and 8th grade year, I spent the entire summer playing Pachelbel's Canon.

I have not been able to get that dang song out of my head ever since.

I had no idea anyone felt the same way as I do (language warning):

EVERY WORD OF THIS IS TRUE