I came home yesterday to the sound of my daughter sitting at the top of the stairs, playing her guitar. She and my wife were singing along together while preparing supper.
Yes, there were many stumbles and misplaced chords, but it was still wonderful to hear the house filled with music. Listening to music is one thing, but there's something magical about making it.
This is something I never did as a child. I'm glad my children are encouraged to try.