A valuable lesson indeed. I wish I took better care of my first or at least sold it. In college after my first love broke up with me 2 years in after finding a new man before leaving me I smashed my first guitar into pieces at an Anti Valentine's Day Open Mic a few weeks later.My father’s first guitar was a Silvertone his parents bought for him in the early 60’s.
When I was a boy he gave it to me and it became my first guitar. He had lost the amp/case long ago.
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Sadly, in a moment of thirst and desperation, I sold it.
I regretted the sale and I tried to buy it back a few weeks later. The man I sold it too refused. He said “I’m not a pawn shop, Caleb”.
I learned a little something that day.
It still breaks my heart to think how cheaply I treated that guitar. Yes, it was a piece of crap, but it was a sentimental piece of crap.