I was reading an article in the local newspaper about a sophomore who was accepted into an advanced orchestra program when my mind flooded with memories from my adolescence. From age 8 through 18, I was a musician. There was a brief stint as a “cellist,” but at the beginning of fifth grade, I picked up a shiny, gold alto saxophone at the school music fair, and I became a saxophonist. In elementary school, I practiced “Hot Cross Buns” with the same vigor as “Flight of the Bumb