I was about 6 years old when Mom gave me my first guitar,she tried to
get me to play,I tried but I just couldn't,I was right handed, they
tried to get me left, so that did'nt work,so I hung it on the wall like
I thought Elvis would,and didn't try again until I was about 16,one day
I went into a friends attic and there it was,just like it was waiting
on me,I gave him about 15 bucks,eat,sleep,and drank guitar
until I could play the thing,and I've been playing ever since,I loved it then and I will until the end.