I first wanted to play when I heard my older brother playing everyday in our basement. He eventually quit, and gave me his yamaha acoustic. I messed around with a beginners book for a while, I think this was when I was about 10 or 11. I begged my mom incessantly to get my guitar lessons, and she eventually gave in.
I learned a lot through getting guitar lessons, and had a very nice teacher. He taught me until I got to be better than him, and I started giving lessons in his staff. I began to take theory, keys, and electric guitar.
Senior year I had to get a real job, so I quit all my lessons and giving lessons. I wasn't upset about quitting electric guitar, because its just not for me. I've been attempting to teach myself classical this year, and writing a few songs.
August 12th I go to band camp as a member of the pit. I'm major in music education with a focus on guitar performance (perhaps a minor, I haven't decided). I'm working with William Feasely as my guitar instructor, who is supposedly an amazing musician as well as an amazing teacher.