My wife played the clarinet as a young girl. She didn’t continue for various reasons. Still, I enjoy seeing the excitement in her face as she tells me her stories about practicing the clarinet and trying so hard to learn her favorite songs. She succeeded sometimes, and not others. I can almost see the images in her mind as she talks about the taste of the bamboo reed on her lips and the feel of the beautiful, intricate keys on her young, delicate fingers. She discontinued the practice, but the bitter sweet memories live on. Do you have such memories?