My little piece of heaven.

Ever since I was a youngling, I had always begged my grandma for a drum set, then she would scold me about all the noise I would make. She was right to do so. I can't even imagine the destruction I would have caused on her poor nerves. So when the opportunity arrose for a chance to finally own my own drum set, I pounced! My guy had stumbled upon the ad on Craigslist and it was a good deal. We happened to have the funds at the time and I was stoked. I called the phone number listed and arranged a visit to check them out. It wasn't very far from my house and the girl was so very nice, though I cannot remember her name (I'm terrible with names btw). She had them set up in the garage very nicely. I must admit, I was so very nervous, but excited as well. I rang the door bell and she appeared. She greeted me very kindly and showed me to her garage. I must have had the biggest, goofiest grin ever. It took very little for her to sell me on them. Almost immeditaly, I said "I'll TAKE'EM!!" She laughed and said "Well alright, bring your car around and I'll load'em up for you." We took them home and set them up in our garage next to the dryer. The bass didn't sound so well at first, but after we stuffed a few old pillows inside, it was just right. My guy would go out there and come back sweating up a storm. I bmostly went out there when I was feeling sad or angry. It was a great way to alleviate my sorrows. So, now I come to the sad part of the story. It has been a year now and due to financial struggles, I must part with my dear "shitty" drum kit. I really wish I had made more time to play them, but I truly hope they go to a great home and some kid or woman child like myself, gets them and loves them as much as I have and always will. Farewell my little piece of heaven. I will miss you. (Yes, I am talking and bidding farewell to an inanimate object, don't judge me) Maybe someday soon I shall have another chance to own another drum set. A girl can only hope. ^.^