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My first taste of addiction to the wonder of music was when, at about 6 months old, I became aware I was lying helpless on my back, in a cot, surrounded by rows of bars to prevent my escape. Above me, just out of my reach, was a magic blue elephant with a draw string, that when pulled, played an enchanting melody. When the melody invariably stopped as the draw string wound it's way back into that mysterious powder blue plastic belly, I would cry until my mother came back and pulled it again. I can't imagine how many times my mother pulled that draw string. I have learned to pull that draw string myself now to escape my limitations and fly with the blue elephants.