Something that means a lot to me is my broken guitar. When I was a teenager, I decided that I wanted to learn how to play the guitar. Therefore, I went to a store where I could buy used goods and there was a section with about three guitars for sell. Two of them were electric guitars and one was an acoustic guitar. The electric ones were too expensive for me, so I bought the acoustic one. I was learning how to play it for about a month and within that time, I thought about my uncle a lot and remembered the music that he used to play. So, having that guitar and playing it with inspiration from my uncle made me feel like he was alive again. During one our moves into a new home, the guitar became broken while it was in the U-Haul and now it will not play music decently at all. Therefore, I stopped learning how to play, but kept the guitar because it feels like something shared between my lost loved one and me.
Archive for June, 2010