Hmm. I am happy to share my story. Boring as it may be!
It can be a very long one, but I will start with a simple line.
Everything I have done in my life has by little bits here and there, in different ways, led me to love classical music at many levels.
Lets see.
I did not have music really as a kid. My dad listened to Opera but I can't really remember that. Music in the house wasn't classical really. Pop-ish, but not rock. I never listened to rock or enjoyed pop. I still don't. He bought a guitar because he loved the sound, wanting to learn. I guess he was about 40 that time too! Odd. But he did not seriously do it, so I went for some common chord lessons for a few months before stopping. I was around 11-12. We had a piano in the house but no-one played it. I was very sportive as a child though and the music did not particularly excite me. Books did. It appealed to my imagination. I read a LOT (5-6 books a week) and played just about all sports.
Fast forward to high school and university. I loved Mathematics. The intricacies of it was astounding and how everything fit into each other made me look at other things the same way, trying to find patterns and links. I halted university to complete a compulsory year in the army.
When I returned my interest in art was high. I had always loved to draw and could do it well, in the real way, not the "Mom says I draw well" way.

. SO I studied graphic design where the aesthetics appealed to my mathematical and analytical senses. During this period I was asked to teach and money wasn't much. The first job I found was in a CD shop's classical section. I got the job because I was willing to work late weekend nights. My knowledge was very basic. Its this exposure that started a deeper interest in classical music. I could listen to whatever I liked.
Also at the same time I spent a lot of time with a childhood (and still) friend that came from one of those incredibly gifted musical families where everyone can play just about everything with an innate ability to make music. He played piano, mostly made up popular things. His mom was a piano teacher. It was interesting. So when I was teaching design, I decided the piano does not seem so hard if he plays. I know where middle-C is on the treble cleft, so I can figure out the notes from there. I still have copied music form then. Beethoven Op.27/2 with A,B,C etc written under the notes! He was also a classical guitarist and taught me a few studies. I just wanted to do something other than horrible chord strumming. That silly woman from my childhood could maybe have made me more interested in music by teaching properly...
I guess I was very interested in the harmonics, more than melody. I taught myself a lot of Beethoven. I was about 25 at the time. I loved listening to the music but also just enjoying the tactile feel of the hammers striking strings and getting the sound rounded and pretty. I started being pulled in by music. Getting glimpses of that point when the music really grips you and everything else fades away. Akin to when you are engrossed in the imaginary world of a brilliant book.
I met a friend that told me I should do I.T. and it will appeal to me. I was disillusioned by Graphic Design at the time. It was boring. So I studied IT and Math again. This took all my time so I stopped playing music. I also attended my first Piano competition as a spectator. I did not understand, nor know, the music, but I was glued to my seat for 2 weeks, going every day, the whole day. Enjoying the different composers and ways of playing. The final concert was Rachmaninov 3. That memory is still so fresh. It was spectacular.
A little piano on and off for 10 years or so. Just replaying the things from before, remembering less and less as time went on. I messed around now and then on a wrecked old piano I saved from scrapheap. Paid about $100 for it. But after some time I decided I had enough. I needed something professional and serious. I was going to recitals and symphony concerts when I could and learning and discovering more about music, but my own messing around was just annoying me.
At this point I had a great job, extra time ( I don't have a family to look after.) and an interest in classical music that was on fire.
I decided to buy a good piano and start proper lessons. My teacher asked me if will drop piano after a year and I said no, setting aside 10 years to get to a point where can play difficult music to my satisfaction. She started me on grade 3. As I progressed with piano I became more and more interested in music itself. This was 6 years ago. I am playing grade 7 this year and I am painfully aware of how little I know.
Since then that fire has blown into an inferno really. My interest is not flagging and is just expanding, I find music not only intellectually fascinating, but physically and psychologically limitlessly stimulating. The different instruments, the composers, the music all of it is fascinating.
I listen to music from 1650-ish to current and enjoy most of it. I _appreciate_ ALL of it, but love the romantic and baroque piano the most by far.
But there are a few things that surprised me on my journey, looking back.
The influences from odd angles.
My appreciation of pattern started with mathematics, but was honed by art. I think the link from art to music is a big one. I became aware that you miss a lot of things around you. There are wonderful patterns, textures and colours everywhere.
Perhaps one of the oddest things was becoming a go player. It teaches the importance of looking at things as a whole while not ignoring the small. The importance of give and take and layers of patterns. Its a psychological shift that helps me appreciate many things on many levels, including music, musicians and composers!
I also like sensory things. Smell, sound, touch. I think its another thing that just goes by. Running the tips of your incredibly sensitive fingers over textures. Savoring the textures is satisfying to my brain. Its like closing your eyes and feeling sunlight on your skin.
When I play my pianos (2 uprights) the difference in elephant bone to ivory already makes my touch different, lingering more on the ivory. The different actions are clear to my fingers. I can imagine I feel the whole mechanism when I press the key. Makes some music so hard when I can't get the absolute exact sound from the piano that I want. I think this same sensory pleasure is to be had from a cello and likely to a different degree, the woodwinds.
So now take all of this together and I have a love of music and sound that sometimes feels like it will burst out and needs sharing to the world. Ok maybe a bit much, but there is an excitement that's hard to contain. Music is a complete sensory experience. Beethoven can make me cry. 8P. And I sense this excitement and love of music in many posts here, which always puts a smile on my face.
So yeah. Over years I guess I have developed a love of music and what makes it. One that I wouldn't have had while young and one that often make me regret that I don't have the innate musicality or skill of a genius musician. Not knowing musicians around here to share that excitement with is somewhat deflating, but does not detract from the need to play more.
I will happily try to play all the instruments listed. But even 40 more years may not be enough to get piano perfect! The 2nd instrument? Well I feel a need for a different kind of feel than the piano. Just now and then.
There is a lot of rambling that can happen here so I'll stop. 8P