John Coltrane wasn't born playing jazz. No sirree. But, he was born into a wondrous world of a cacaphony of sound. There was the sound of the food cooking in the pot, the sound of the sermon and the sound of the choir. There was the sound of the Scoutmaster and the sound of tears. These were the sounds that he "breathed...into a bold new song." These were the sounds that were all around him waiting to be played. What sounds do you hear in your own world? Who will you become? 32 pages Ages 4-9