When I was a kid I used to play in a marching band. It was very exciting to me because we just met to practice on Saturday and Sunday. Sometimes, I counted the days, waiting for the weekend and one more meeting. Men, women, boys, girls, all the people were very different from each other. We were different ages, had different feelings and dreams. But everyone was there because we liked to be together to play music. Two days a week of pure amusement, jokes, conversation, discipline, and playing my horn.

When I did that it really made me happy. I was very proud when I said, "I play in a marching band, Monsignor Guilherme Shimitz!"

I remember I couldn't sleep the nights before our marching band tournaments. We used to win prizes, and do very well in the tournaments.

It was a ritual: first step, wait for the date. Second step, organize everything to be really prepared, with everything I need. I needed my uniform cleaned, with all its parts, and my instrument shining in the case. Third step, make al the necessary arrangements with my mom and grandmom....

Once in a while I remember those moments and I relish how good this part of my life was. I try to understand, why did I quit learning and playing music?

Today I realize how big a mistake I made when I quit playing, and how it would make me more happy today. I am a happy person, but I could be happier and proud of it. Maybe I will start playing music again.