This was inspired by the ending of the episode, "The List" when Arnold was playing harmonica with Pookie as I watched it on 90's are all that on TeenNick.
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It was dusty and I wasn't even entirely sure if it would play, but while I turned it around in my hands I thought back to the songs I was once able to get it to sing. I imagined putting my lips to it and hearing that soulful sound ring through the air the way it had when Grandma and I would play songs together in various places of the boarding house.
Being away from the boarders was hard. Being away from EVERYONE was hard. And yet for some reason, this tiny rectangle of metal with its 16 holes held some memory longing to be tapped into; begging to be played.
Biting my lip for a brief moment and looking at it once more, I brought the harmonica to my lips and sucked in a deep breath before letting it out into the proper area. Dust flew every which way and I began to cough with the instrument still held tightly in my hand.
"One more time..." I mumbled to myself while bringing it back to my mouth.
With a soft blow, my then empty dorm room filled with a sound so clear and crisp, I'd almost forgotten how real and raw it felt. I'd forgotten how good it once made me feel.
Each note I blew felt so natural to play as if I had been playing only moments before and while my hands shook as they held the instrument, I soon grew comfortable with what I was doing.
My mind grew fleeting.
I'd forgotten how music really was such a big part of me before I'd left, that I hadn't realized how important it was until it was boxed up and sent to Florida with me the day I had to tell everyone goodbye.