One thing I am very passionate about is playing my guitar. I started out struggling and giving up multiple times. I kept thinking that my hands were small and that I needed bigger hands. The strings hurt my fingers and got all scratched up. I remember looking at them and seeing a line that was slightly lighter than my skin and all the dead skin around it. I started out simple, playing notes on one string and then advancing onto simple chords. As I progressed, I grew more attached to it playing about 5 times a week and singing songs that were popular on the radio. I remember singing with my dad. When we moved, it felt strange because I didn't have my guitar. My dad purchased one at the nearest guitar store and I started playing again. I played but not as much as I did before. It felt really odd. I took a long break away from my guitar. I am sure that I will return and feel a lot better when I start playing. Playing my guitar created a certain feeling. I don't know if it was the music it made or just me playing it. I enjoy my guitar. It is one of my favorite passions!
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