I remember my constant refrain: "Please, Mom? I want to play!" My relentless begging was brought on by nothing short of magic: The electricity ignited when the elementary school music teacher held a violin under my chin. As she fingered "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," I ran the soft bow hairs back and forth across the shiny, silver strings. Together, we made music. Instantly, I was hooked.