I'm from a musical family. My mother played the piano beautifully, and my dad plays anything stringed you set in front of him. When I was little, he'd tuck us up in bed with a song of our request -- I usually chose The Peanut Butter Tree (which was a Dad original).
We grew up singing together and not finding it weird. We three girls, when we sing at karaoke or Christmas caroling, usually shock the hell out of people -- our voices work together like one, and we LURVE some tight harmony. We keep saying we'll form a band, but out of all of us, only Christy knows how to actually play anything (the bass, guitar, and drums). I can play chords on the guitar, badly, and can play piano a little, but nothing to write home about. I didn't play anything when the family sang together, out camping at bluegrass festivals, and I kept my hands busy with knitting while everyone else jammed.
So a while back, I tried picking up the ukulele. Four strings! How hard could it be? (Hint: Not hard.) I bought a crappy one, loved it, and then sold some yarn to the knitters to fund a new, nice uke. I posted this video the night I got my new one, so I wasn't good at playing it (or changing chords) yet, but I think it shows how I love it.
Certainly won't win any awards -- except for the FUN award, perhaps, which is a really important one. I love my uke. (There's another little song here, with friends, and a primer to starting to play the uke yourself!)