I used to play the guitar. Well - kinda play it. I could knock out camp songs and little ditties. It's not like I jammed or anything (though I know some Camp Fire people who would say we *did* jam back in the day. Hee hee)
I gave away my guitar when I moved to Vancouver. Being a new mom and overwhelmed with life, I just couldn't see myself ever having the time or desire to play it again. I wish I hadn't given it away. It wasn't a
goodwood brand or anything - it was an Epi which was good enough.
I remember the day I got it. My mom and I went to the music store in "downtown Ballard" which was the community in which I lived. My mom had finally said I could get my own full-sized guitar (I'd had a 3/4 size one up until that time) and I was soooo excited.
I saw it on the wall and fall in love with it. It was a light wood. The steel string were too tight for my fingers to manage but I wanted it so much I could almost taste it. I should have gotten a nylon string but I didn't. I went for the steel string one.
It was hard to play but I played it for years and years and years.
I wonder where that piece of wood ended up. I hope it made some happy memories for someone else.