Kid Guitars

Most of my fondest memories from childhood shared a common theme – they involved music in one way or another. In sixth grade, I got my first taste of the rich, rewarding experience that is playing a musical instrument. Our school band teacher held tryouts on Friday of the first week of school – we got to choose the instrument, but she made the final call as to whether we would be allowed to play it in the band.

I wanted to play percussion more than anything, and when she approved my choice I was utterly ecstatic. Playing the snare drum was a real thrill, and I didn’t even mind switching over to the xylophone when a song called for it. But school band was never my true desire – it was merely a way to get better at the kids drums. What I really wanted to do was start a garage band. We never made the big time, but playing in my best friend’s garage with a ragtag assortment of guitarists and bass players was a true thrill.