I think most of us of a certain age have pretty much the same story, Wayne. When you live in s certain way, and everybody around you is the same, the things that you have become "the way it is" and you don't know different until you get out into the world. Personally I wouldn't trade my youth for anything. Music in my grade school was a joke with nuns that had no clue, outside of the choir nun. She knew music. High school was a whole new game.