Our Teacher

Our guitar teacher told us that he got his first guitar when he was 7 yrs. old. He slept with it that night. He loved his guitar. When he was telling us that story, I couldn't relate because I didn't love my guitar. Oh, yes, it is pretty, and was admired by the teacher and one of the guys in the class, but that's only how I viewed it. Today, something wonderful happened as I was practicing the chords. I started to make music and I understood. I now love my guitar. I sent the teacher an email message to let him know that I, too, love my guitar.