My SIgnificant Object
...itars. I stood in awe of the 20 foot wall hanging hundreds of guitars right in front of me and like a sign, in front of me was the guitar that I had in mind. A dark sunburst, 24 fret with maple neck, strat. As I plugged it in to one of the nearby amps, my excitement took over and I couldn’t let the guitar go. It was as if I had discovered something new and I was studying it frantically, anticipating for the real worth beyond the object. A couple of minutes later my dad helped me choose an amp and we left shortly after. On the way home my mind was racing, I was too excited to think of anything else but my guitar and when I got home I played and nothing else mattered. Ever since the first day I got my guitar, its been a part of my everyday life. It seemed as if I could never let it go. Right when I would get home after school I would play guitar, when I was bored I played guitar, whether I was happy or sad I would pick up my guitar. I also felt that my guitar was a stress reliever in a way and at the same time helped me to explore new things and look at music in a whole new perspective. For example, I soon started listening to jazz and softer music and felt the need to have it with me all the time. My head would always be filled with so many things that I wanted to try on my guitar that I would be off bal...