sol25 March25 Looking a Bit Old

 

Yesterday, I wrote about a long, lost trombone.

Today, I share the trombone's perspective. 

I have hazy memories of the early days, don't we all?  But, things are clearer after my travel case was opened on a really hot August day. I was placed on a shelf with brass and woodwinds. People came with children, deciding. I noticed a propensity towards the cute little boxes, homes to clarinets and flutes. 

Finally, HE arrived and headed straight towards ME! Although shocked by my price, his mom agreed and MY life began.  It was squeaky at first, but we worked together to make beautiful music, For years, the boy and I were part of an marching band where I proudly swayed in the sunshine and looked forward to the notes. He had other interests and there were days he never looked my way; still, it was a good life, while it lasted.

For a long time, I sat in the back of a closet with discarded shoes and lost socks. Eventually, I went into hibernation, time stood still, and I no longer yearned for the boy or our marching days.

One day, I was awakened from my slumber by the boy who rubbed me down and gave me away, but it happened so fast I really didn't have a chance to figure out what was happening! There was no marching band in my new home, but we did make some good music until she shut my case and set me next to a bin of old clothes. 

I thought that was the end of the road for me and headed back into hibernation for what I guess was a long, long while until yesterday, when I was dragged from between these rafters where I had settled.  

It was very bright when HE opened my rusty latch and mused, "You're looking a bit old."  

"You too," I smiled as he rubbed by rusty belly and another chapter began.