I remember when I was in Grade One, my late father brought home a ukelele, a small 4-stringed musical instrument. I was surprised why Tatay bought it for nobody in the house knew how to play it. I saw him strumming it but I didn't think it's a music.
After playing Tatay hanged it on the wall. I was curious. I took the "small guitar", strummed it at my own will, without pressing any string with my left hand fingers. When I came home after my classes, I did play it until its strings went off to nowhere for unjust strumming. I broke the uke but I never learned at all.
One market day I saw a little boy playing a guitar perfectly while singing. I asked myself on how he did it. I talked to myself, "that boy could play the guitar so well. Could I also play it? Why not?"
