My Guitar

Once my family arrived home from a camping trip, my mom said to me that the package I had wanted had finally come in the mail. My dad opened it and gave it to me. The small, black, left-handed acoustic guitar was given to me, and my face lit up. This was all that I could have ever wanted. I knew not of any idea how to play the piece of wood, but it was a beautiful instrument that I would pursue my passion of music with. Through time, I grew better and better at playing guitar. Now, I can not imagine a day without it.