#1. The Cello:
I had piano lessons at age 9, learned to read music and had shown some aptitude. But my older brother quit when I got better than he. Then I wanted to quit too. I didn't want to ask my family for an expensive instrument. I still yearned to make music, so I joined the Jr. High Marching Band. I played the saxophone, got pretty good and had fun. But, I didn't want to join the high school band. Instead, I wanted to join a punk rock band. So I bought an electric bass guitar. I taught myself to play. Sadly, I was too shy to find band-mates. So I played alone, not much fun on a bass. Same thing happened in college.
That summer, the landlord got fined again for using the basement for storage. It's a fire hazard. Rather than just sending tenants nasty letters telling us to clean our crap, the owners actually went through their stuff. They cleared a ton of old junk from one of the rooms, things that looked like they had been there 50 years. They put some of it into piles. One day, while waiting on my laundry, I took a look at the piles. Then, I saw it. That looked exactly like a cello case. There couldn't possibly be a cello in there, could there? No. But, who keeps an empty instrument case? I walked across the dark room to get a better look. It was old and dusty, the latches and hinges were rusty. I opened it.