“When I was 12, my dad got my brother and I a guitar.  Since then, I’ve gotten the hang of it and it was such a happy moment because I had always wanted to learn how to play just like my dad does.  He was in a band when he was in high school and he’d always talk about that experience, so when he finally got us a guitar I was really excited about it.  Ever since, I’ve been playing guitar and I’ve gotten really good at it.  I was so happy when I finally got my first chord and I could play my first song, which was ‘Jingle Bells’ because I got the guitar around Christmastime.  Once I learned how to play it, I was like, ‘Oh my god, the sky is the limit!’ This past fall break, I played with my brother and my dad out on the porch, just jamming.  I like the sound of guitar and the fact that it’s pretty easy to pick up.  My brother and I make original songs that we play for our church and an assisted living facility where my mom works.  They love us; I’ve played there three different times so far, and they’ve already asked us to come back again.  I play for other people, as well as myself.  That feeling I get when I can feed off of what other people are feeling is truly an enjoyable experience.  I don’t want to be a musician, but it’s a great thing for relaxing and unwinding. Music is therapeutic.” (Oxford, GA)

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