Walking down the stairs of my house, the familiar boom of Matthew’s timpani fill my ears, each roll fiercer than the former. Similarly, I hear the passionate bowing and delicate pizzicatos of Peter’s cello, declaring magnificent sounds of effortless clarity. These encounters are not abnormal or extraordinary, but rather commonplace. I do not just live in a house; I live in a conservatory! My passion for music was fueled by an unconventional source – home schooling. To date, my...