Yesterday on our way to Nelspruit, Dad asked if I would give my old guitar to the church, and get a better one. I hadn't been expecting it. I decided I would upgrade guitars. So I traded my started classical guitar for a full body acoustic. When, I got home though, I began to feel sad about giving up my old one. It was my first guitar. I got it for Christmas in Portugal. It's special. I love that guitar. I'm afraid it will be mistreated or broken, by some immature Mozambican who things he knows how to "Play." I couldn't bear to see it ruined. It's special to me. But my new guitar is soooooo much nicer. But I have a special place in my heart for my first guitar, and well, I don't want it to be misused! It's special!
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