Even a skunk can make sweet sounds!
The clarinet was my first real instrument (I did dabble a little on piano and recorder before that, but does that count?) Anyway, when I joined band in 4th grade (age 9) I originally wanted to play the trumpet, but that only lasted a couple of weeks. I was highly discouraged by the band director. This was the 60’s and I guess girls did NOT play brass instruments! So I took the trumpet back to the music store and they suggested a clarinet, so that’s was I learned to play.
I quite enjoyed the clarinet, but my 3 older brothers, for some reason, didn’t appreciate the “beautiful” sounds I was making. They insisted that whenever I practiced, I had to go into my parents room and shut the door, go into their bathroom, shut the door and turn on the fan. Then I was allowed to practice–sitting on the toilet! But I stuck with it despite all that and played clarinet through elementary school, high school and college.
I still pull it out occasionally. I even played a solo a couple of years ago in church. Those things you begin in childhood just stick with you.