My Career as a Drummer

Last year my son came home with a drum set. He said he bought them from a friend for $100. At first I was concerned about the noise they'd make and pretended that I didn't approve, but then I remembered how I have always wanted to play the drums since I was a little kid so I was secretly excited.

I wanted to play the drums in Jr. High, but my mom was smart. She bought me some drum sticks and a leather drum pad and told me if I could practice consistently, then she would look at getting me a drum kit. Practicing rhythm drills on a leather pad is not fun so she never ended up having to fork out money for them.

I was going to be a famous drummer like Neil Peart, Buddie Rich, the little drummer boy, or Animal, but I never ended up launching my massively successful drumming career. I still think drums are the coolest instrument (if you don't count the tuba, piccolo, or bassoon.) Sorry for the sarcastic slam if any of you play those instruments.

We've had the drum set for over a year now and I still don't have the will to practice or get good because whenever I try playing them, my kids just roll their eyes. You know you have no rhythm when your 4 year old girl shakes her head and walks out of the room while you are demonstrating your skills.

The drums were recently given away again and continued their circle of life where they will bless the life of another family who will tinker with them several months before they pass them on to someone else like Amish friendship bread.