As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to learn to play a musical instrument. As fate would have it, I was at a yard sale last Saturday, and saw a moldy guitar case amoung the clutter. I took it as an omen that my musical carreer was about to start, and I was able to buy the guitar and case for two dollars.
With my new instrument in hand, I got a book from the library and started to work.
Last night, as I was practicing chords, my seven year old son asked "Daddy, can I try?" and I told him maybe later.
He kept asking, until I finally gave in. I handed him the quitar, and asked "What do you want to try, son?"
He looked at me and said, "I want to try to put it back in the case."
(This is an original story. It really happened. I'm going to wait until he's a teenager to get revenge.)