Only 43,30 dollar

Just a crazy photo with my old love

It all started when I was seven years old. It was just a good year, cause that year I had the best teacher I ever had. Well, I don't know how the lessons were, or what I learned. I just know that I adored her, she was just that sweet teacher, who cares about her little school-children. I remember that we - the girls - were always fighting about the place in the auditorium, on monday morning. We listened to a biblestory with all the school every monday, before lessons started. The reason we fighted was because all of us wanted to sit next to miss Graveland - that's her familyname by the way - when you sat next to her, you could put your head on her legs and she would caress your hair. I loved that monday morning, being beloved by your teacher was something I would, especially her love I absorb. That year was the first time I had to give a speech in front of the classroom, the year I learned to sing a song in Russian and the year I bought my guitar. Miss Graveland always played guitar in the class, when we were singing, let me tell you we did a lot! Anyway - I don't remember who asked - she decided to teach us after school and learn us to play the guitar (only the one who wanted). I did it, I follow her monday lessons after school and therefore I needed that guitar. It was only $43,30. Or €30,-. £26,95. I was that person that wants to be a singer-songwriter, both of it are true, but together; I write songs, not that much, just sometimes, I sing, a lot, whenever not? The problem is, I can't write chords or a tune. Therefore I'm not a singer-songwriter. Despite that I love to play guitar, most of the time safety in my bedroom, but sometimes in the garden or with friends. And I have great news, after ten years, my first, cheap, little and lovely guitar got a little sister! I got a special present from my mom and dad for my graduation: a brandnew guitar. To act as singer-songwrite, to have a little guitarfamily, to feel like a musican, to try to write new songs even the melodies. I played hours each day and now my fingers hurt, because the new one have metal snares, the old one doesn't. I love her sound, which is so clear and warm, I love her look everytime when I walk into my bedroom, I just love her, I adore her and want to play this guitar for more then the next ten years. I won't forget the old one and the monday hours where I learned how to play the basic chords. I won't forget miss Graveland and how she played the guitar for us. I won't forget or farewell from the low school, where we play the russian song on our guitars and sung with it. Even when I'm not a good player - and maybe never will - my guitar is something which fits perfectly in my life, the old and the new one!