Before my mother passed away, she was learning how to play the guitar.
We had a couple of old, beat-up guitars at home. I don’t remember where they came from. But I remember my mother shopping for this new guitar, one day, when I was maybe 10 years old.
I played around with the old guitars, occasionally. Not real music, just fooling around. But I never played with the new guitar until after my mother passed away. She left when I was 11.
How come no comments?
I want to learn to play the guitar too!
I guess people don’t comment here cos they comment in Star Blog itself. :P
Go learn lah. What are you waiting for? Don’t waste that nice voice of yours. ;)