Don't be shy, wljmrbill.
If breathing through bamboo and reeds whilst in Viet Nam, Laos or Cambodia,
saved your life, being in tune really didn't matter.
My grandparents had a piano, my mother bought me a harmonica when I was twelve,
and the first instrument I bought for myself was a nice Hohner recorder.
In grades two and three, I'd sit on the floor in front of the TV,
and play along piano on the carpet.
My can and box drum set was in the basement.