Summer 2001. I broke my ankle falling off the curb while a red-winged blackbird was attacking my head during a run the summer after I graduated from high school. (Yes, really: I broke my ankle due a bird-attack!)
Clearly didn’t stop me from practicing my violin, though! I was pretty dedicated, back then. I’ve only played a handful of times since M was born, though…I’m sure my skills are awfully rusty at this point.