When I grew up, I had sort of a gift for singing. Year after year, I was inevitably picked to sing the lead among all the school's students.
Then, when I was in 5th grade, during the school's Christmas celebration, as I was doing my bit in front of the choir, my voice broke in front of all the other kids and their parents. One of the most humiliating moments in my life.
Anyway, I eventually managed to re-gain control over that new, lower voice of mine. Whichever band I played in, I ended up handling the vocal duties as well, even if I auditioned for guitar.
I never liked my voice that much, but it worked I guess. I should have put effort into it and master it, but I just showed up and sang when needed.
Then one day, I quit smoking... And I never managed to sing again since - even when I relapsed and started smoking again. It's incredibly embarrassing and disheartening not to be able to do something which has come so naturally for practically 30 years of your life, to put that much effort into it and not to see the results.
I don't know whether I gave up or not. Every few months, I give it a try, do breathing exercises, a few warm ups (things I never ever did before) and try to sing. So far, nothing good has come out of it. I mean
nothing.
But at least, I do have access to a singer. :P