Kilt?

This is what got me through adolescence, tormented angst ridden teenage years, and my early twenties!
If it wasn't for the hours of practice every day,
The endless marching,
The constant button and buckle polishing,
The precise ironing of pleats into my kilt and brath,
(I learned a lot from the Da here, and I still iron my own clothes, as he did!)
The immaculate whitening of my spats,
The discipline,
The friendship,
The love of music,
The camaraderie,
Well, I wouldn't be the man I am today.

Later on today I am taking the Youngest to meet with some old friends to see if she would be interested in carrying on the tradition.
I was a piper, though she is definitely drummer material.
Fingers crossed.