My grandmother gave me my grandfather’s 100-year-old guitar for my sixteenth birthday. It’s a very small body, but a beautiful, rich sound. One of my guitar-playing friends says he could write songs all day on that guitar because the sound is so inspiring to him.
In the seven years since receiving it, I’ve never learned to play! On top of that, I’ve always wanted to play the guitar (that being my grandmother’s reason for giving it to me). I have enough doubt in my self-discipline to figure that the best way to ensure I get started is to just sign up for lessons. So that’s my next step! :)
