The first thing I took out was a notebook. That's weird, I thought. Why do I have a notebook in my backpack? Then I took out a pen. And some ink. I suppose that makes sense. Then a blanket bundled up around something inside. Curious, I unwrapped the bundle, and saw something that almost made me cry with joy. I do not know why. It would seem I do not know a lot of things, lately. Hmm...lately? What is lately? Isn't this my whole life? I just was, and now I am, right? Oh well, who cares anyway. The thing was silver, long, slender and cylindrical. On the ends were gold. There were holes on it, perfectly round, small enough to put a fingertip over one. Something inside me stirred. I knew this thing, whatever it was. And I loved it. And it called to me. So, slowly, I raised it to my mouth and started to blow into it and move my fingers across the holes.