I grew up in a musical family: we sang and played Christmas carols every year and my parents played lots of albums.
My third-grade teacher, Marie Larson, was our school's choir director. She had a piano in her classroom and taught us to play plastic flutes and sing: I joined the school choir, then the Junior Choir at church. My siblings and I all took music lessons (first the piano, then our choice). I played clarinet through high school and into college. (My dad played first chair clarinet in the Stanford University Concert Band in the 1920s and I have inherited his Buffet instrument.) I was recruited to play baritone sax in the high school Jazz Band by our new Band Director, Rusty Reed, who updated our music by 25 years, which made us a hit. Honking on a bari sax was lots of fun but I never bought my own "axe." Wish I had...
I have sung bass (now second bass, almost basso profundo on a good day) in church choirs ever since my voice changed in high school; that's more than 50 years. At 68, I am still learning how to sing better, how to be a better musician, and am getting a little lower every year. (I learned at 50 that altos and basses enjoy their prime during their 40s to 60s -- what a birthday gift that was!) I often sing bass as if I were still playing the bari in our high school jazz band and improvise--sometimes an octave below the score now.
I now have my dad's nice Buffet clarinet and keep meaning to pick it up after all these years of only singing, but that has not happened yet. But my vocal cords are with me all the time: I sing and harmonize everywhere -- even on the bike sometimes. ;-)