Jonathan Rebollar Music has always been something that has caught my attention. My grandpa was in a Mexican band and so was my great grandfather. My cousins play instruments for school band, and my aunts love to sing. In the year 2015, I was still in 5th grade and I got picked up by my parents to got to a doctors appointment. When we were driving back we spotted a garage sale, and decided to take a quick look at what they had. I was looking around seeing if there was anything interesting and got caught by a guitar. Now this wasn't any beautiful and gorgeous guitar, in fact this thing had its paint coming off, the guitar strings were almost coming off and it looked super old. I didn’t know how to play any instrument, but in my head I was thinking “this is something that will be easy”. I took it home, I regret every thought that made me think this was easy. This was so difficult, my arms were hurting and my fingers were starting to get so much pain. One day I went to jam out with some of my old friends Alex, alexander, roberto, and ericka. In this time i had no guitar case and I just brought the guitar itself. On the way back I put it in the truck and at first I didn't think much of it. When I got home, I took it out of the car trunk and the two bottom guitar strings were broken. I thought of fixing it or replacing it. I replaced it, the thing was old and I had a lot of good memories with it. Times when I would feel sad I would just play guitar or times when i felt happy i just wanted to jam out.