when i was a kid someone told my parents i would do good in the world with flutes so they got me a wooden flute which i played all the time until they used it as a window prop for two summers and it shattered after we painted the living room pink on the day of the columbine shooting.
i had a pan flute for a while in 2010 and i would climb into the trees by the zoo where i worked and get stoned and play in during my breaks or on my days off.