If I remember it right, my first ever guitar was below the price of two budget meals and had Disney characters on its top. My second axe had bonafide steel strings, but still, the weird finish and a fake knob on its Stratocaster wannabe body hindered my head banging potential. My first “real” guitar didn’t came until I was around eleven. That’s when my folks realized that my Amy Grant obsession indeed deserved an acoustic guitar as an upcoming birthday surprise. That’s when my music journey finally progressed one note at a time.