I have a little African Drum that I play by tapping it with a long bean from a tree (it makes a rattling sound when I tap it on the drum). I sometimes play it when I am frustrated or just feel like it maybe because I am bored. I also have a recorder, but all I can really do with it is play a scale.
When I was a kid, my parents MADE ME take piano lessons. I hated it! Once I graduated highschool and went off to college, I have not done much with it but occasionally rattle away on some piano I find here or there. I really cannot recall most of what I played, though at the time I could play Maple Leaf Rag, Moonlight Sonata and many other complicated pieces.
However, when one's heart is not in it, being forced to learn a musical instrument is anything but fun! I wonder if maybe my parents might have asked me what I might like to play, maybe If I'd even been given some kind of choice like being given a chance to sample of few instruments, maybe I would have liked it better.
I LOVE drums. If only I'd been allowed to learn them instead, but the chance would never have arrisen, I'm sure. My father hated NOISE and I'm sure he would have denied me that pleasure. However, there is a pure joy of release when playing a drum, that is surely not present when playing the piano! Just my opinion...
Oh yes, when I was in the 7th grade or so, I bought a set of bongos. I did not make much noise with them (playing them quietly and carefully), but they were fun. I just recalled that now! I made the choice, however, and if I recall, I paid for them with my own allowance money.