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My name is Miss Caines. I am 24 Years old and I 

have always lived in Ontario. I grew up with my 

Mom, my Dad, my Sister and Brother. I have 2 

dogs named Punky and Zeus. What I love most 

about my family is that we are all musical. 

My dad has been playing guitar since we were 

babies. My brother has been playing guitar for ten 

years. My mom has been playing mandolin for five 

years and my sister has been singing since she 

could talk. That only leaves one more family 

member... me! My instrument is the fiddle. A 

fiddle and a violin are the same instrument they 

are just different styles of music.

I have been playing my fiddle since I was thirteen 

years old, but I didn't always have a fiddle.

I absolutely love playing my fiddle, it is my all time 

favorite thing to do. I've   been playing for eleven 

years and I remember the very first time I saw a fiddle 

up close.

It was the year 2001 and my mom had won a radio 

contest and won four front row seats to a Shania Twain 

concert.  

A big limo pulled up to our house and took us to 

the Air Canada Center in Toronto. We were 

sitting in the front row waiting for the show to 

start and the lights dimmed and the opening act 

came on the stage. There were about fifteen 

people on stage and every one of them was playing 

a fiddle. My eyes lit up! I couldn't believe what I was 

hearing. I asked my Dad what the group was called. 

They were called Leahy, a musical family from the 

East Coast of Canada. From that point on, I knew I 

wanted to play the fiddle. 

Two whole years had passed and I had been asking for a 

fiddle almost every day. My parents weren't sure if I was 

responsible enough to take care of an instrument and 

take the time I needed to practice playing. I explained to 

them that I was going to be turning thirteen years old 

and I knew I could take care of a fiddle. 

On my Thirteenth birthday all of my friends came over 

to my house for a party. There was music, balloons, 

prizes, delicious food and lots of   presents. I sat in the 

middle of my friends and family opening wonderful gift 

after gift. It was a beautiful day. I finished opening the 

last gift, it was a pair of Mickey Mouse Pajamas. I 

stood up and thanked everyone for the beautiful gifts. 

Just then my dad walked out of his bedroom with a big 

box. My eyes grew wide, and I immediately wondered 

if it could possibly be what I was hoping for. I sat back 

down in the middle of the circle,   I opened the box.and 

I couldn't believe it. It was a dark, cherry wood, four 

stringed, fiddle! 

It belonged to my Grandmother who lives in 

Newfoundland. My Dad told me that the fiddle was 

the same fiddle my Grandmother played as a young 

girl. 

She also played the fiddle for my Dad when he was a 

young boy. I was so happy. My dream came true. 

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