The Floating Cello

My earliest memory of bullying was in the 4th grade. I was a new student at a new school (again) and I chose the Cello when intrumental music was offered as an extra-curricular activity. It was a huge instrument, and heavy to carry, but I would carry it proudly to and from school for over 1/2 a mile each day. 

I was an odd child, a little different from most. I didn't understand fashion or what was "cool" I just knew what I liked. There were a few kids who were nice to me, but there were others (many others) who just were not. One time on the way home from school a group of kids followed me and heckled me half of the way home, where a small creek went under the main road and there was an open space to the side. When we got there, the kids rushed me and shoved me and my cello over the edge of the street and into the creek... screaming "Floating Violin" (all I could think is how stupid they were that it wasn't a violin, it was a violincello / cello).  I wasn't seriously hurt, just a few bumps and bruises, and fortunately for me the instrument which was broken in the incident was fixed at the school without the teacher asking too many questions. 

I never told anyone.... and the bullying didn't stop there... it continued for nearly a decade.

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