My parents signed me up for classical guitar lessons, which made for two years of the most depressing Wednesday evenings.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Playing guitar was one of my childhood hobbies, and I had played a little at school and at camp. My parents would drag me out to perform for my family, like all parents do, but it was a hobby - nothing more.
I had learned classical guitar when I was a kid, and I embraced it, and apparently I got good at it.
My mom was in a band for over 30 years, and my brother, sister, and I start taking classical piano lessons when we were three. She's really the reason why I'm still playing piano - she made me practice every day before school and made it a priority even when we didn't necessarily want it to be.
We always had a guitar at home, but it wasn't until I was 14 when I picked it up myself when my father handed me these sheets of music of the Beatles and some other classics. That's where I learned all the chords and learned how to play and sing at the same time.
I borrowed a guitar at age 16 and taught myself to play because I wanted to write songs.
You know, my family is very musical, I was surrounded by it. And from four years old I was the one that asked my mother could I take piano lessons.
There was a period when I'd just come out of college where I'd been playing classical guitar and I suddenly realised that it wasn't what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.
I first picked up a guitar when I was ten years old; my parents surprised me with it for my tenth birthday. I started taking lessons when I was thirteen, but only for a few months, and then I just kept teaching myself.
I had piano lessons at five and started guitar at ten, but although music and acting was always around me, my parents never pressured me into it.
I kinda taught myself how to play guitar, and I still play to this day. It's become a pretty big part of my life.