I was only about 5 when I went to Epcot in Orlando Florida USA. It was the end of the day and we were rushing to see the electric light parade. I was talking about seeing Mickey for a few days at that point. That's when I heard them. I stopped my mom and with eyes bulging out of my head I asked "what is THAT?!?". "bagpipes" she said "there from Scotland". As soon as She finished speaking I saw the pipers marching around the corner. I was shaking. She tugged on my arm "hurry your going to miss Mickey mouse". "I don't care" I told her. I watched then go by and was blown away. We hurried along and I still got to see Mickey.
Fast forward to 4 years ago. I was selling advertising on coffee cups in little mom and pop breakfast joints. I was given a lead and called the woman. She told me she wanted me to talk to the pipe band and get them to agree to advertise on the cups. I did. They advertised. And I moved on. Soon after I found that the person I was working for was unbearable and decided to quit. Six months later I woke up bored out of my mind. Made myself some coffee in my French press and grabbed a mug. I sat to enjoy my morning brew and I looked at one of the ads. It was for that pipe band. I looked them up online and found that they offered free lessons. I went that night and joined. After a long time I was able to join the band in gigs and inturn got a kilt.
My first time was weird and uncomfortable. It was a SK and it felt just wrong and told then I didn't want to wear a kilt so I probably wouldn't perform publicly. Some one close to my size let me try on their kilt during the next practice and I loved it. It just felt comfortable and when we went outside to practice the big pipes the people walking by came to me as if I knew more because I was kilted. That night I went online and found this place. Lurked and joined. Now I'm considering entering kilt rehab.