My Uncle Robin gave me my first guitar when I was 4. I'm laughing out loud right now, because my step father got tired of the noise pretty quick, and gave my guitar to one of my Aunts. I was 12, and I saw my guitar when we were visiting my Aunt. I reclaimed what was mine, and snunk it out to the car. I had already started writing short stories, and poems, and shortly after getting my guitar back - composed my first song.

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