It was 1989. I was ten and in the fifth grade at Hillendale Elementary School in Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania. A few days before Christmas, a mysterious package arrived at our home for me. The small box was accompanied by a note written on Christmas stationery. “Dear Laura,” it read. “I was going to call you to tell you I was sending this, but I was afraid you’d bite my head off over the phone. I hope you like the present. From, Brock R. H&%$. P.S. See you in band.” Inside the box was a pair of quarter-inch, gold music-note shaped earrings, a small diamond on the round part of the right note. I wore them for years.