I have always loved music and writing and I wrote my first song when I was in the 3rd grade in 1978. It went like this:

Rain and slush and icy hail,
It makes me feel rather stale.
When I turned to go outside
I slipped and I fell and I broke my hide.

I got up, my pants were soaked.
I was so mad that I could have croaked.
The story’s done, can you understand

That was 32 years ago and I still haven’t come up with the last line.