You freak out when something touches your violin. Or you cringe when your tutor tells you stories of common things that have to happened to other people– bridge’s collapsing, strings snapping, dropping rosin on concrete. It’s like horror stories. My violin is like my child… lol. :p
Here’s one, you dream about your violin. In my dreams, I have frantically searched for my violin in strange houses and towns. I have even carried my violin in the case over my head, in chest deep flood waters to keep it dry till I reach dry land!