First Love

Growing up I had a lot of hobbies to keep myself entertained. I was not an only child. But, my closet brother was 7 years older then me. And most of my other siblings were already starting to move again. So, I made computers out of cardboard, dresses for my "my size" barbie doll (which unfortunately was realistically WAS my size for far too long), and playing witch doctor with the neighbor girls that I didn't like. Those are all great stories but the love I would like to share with you is much closer to my heart.

As every other child I burned through after school activities like a wild fire. Only one truly stuck. That was playing my guitar. I would race home (not early but at 6) to sit alone in my room alone to play her. I came up with a ton of songs, but only ever "completed" 3. Everything was great. Till I killed it for myself. When my brother died I remember trying to pour all of my feelings into that old guitar. Anything to get them out. As I healed from that dark experience I grew away from my guitar as well. Like all first loves, it didn't seem to last long enough.

Now, she hangs on my wall with her counterparts. I will bring one down occasionally to strum it a while. But, never again will it be the same.