I remember the first time I decided that I wanted to play the guitar. I was sitting on the living room floor watching my dad play his old acoustic. I watched how his fingers automatically switched to each chord with out him even looking, and his other hand perfectly strumming the right strings at the right time to recreate a song I had heard many times before. It was a feeling of excitement, which soon turned into a life long addiction.
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