My mother used to love to share a story of when I was 2 years old. To hear her tell it, I would sit on top of an old acoustic guitar and pound on the strings and would cry because the strings would hurt my hands but would throw a bigger fit if I was made to stop.
Now, I'm just chillin in Mobile, Alabama.... still pounding on the strings and still crying about it.
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