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My "little" Guitar StoryHave I ever told you my guitar story? No? It is about the time I held a concert on a wooden board in my dad's barn... Growing up in the "olden days" on the farm in Norway, I had plenty of time to get into trouble. AND sometimes I did. This story is about one of those times... Did you know that an egg slicer makes a "good little guitar"? I noticed that by accident one day when I was watching mom slicing boiled eggs. "Neat strings", - hum..."oh, yes, what a cool guitar", I thought, while "my wheels" were turning!!! Later, when the opportunity presented itself, I "sneaked" into mom's kitchen and found IT. Soon I held a concert for my little
My dog wagged his tail approvingly. We all had such a good time. Everything was jubilant UNTIL.....I FELL! The "guitar", I mean, the egg slicer slipped out of my hands and THE CONCERT WAS OVER! OPS!! :-( - The kids were laughing and my feelings and everything else hurt. I was in trouble and I ran into the house to find mom. Playing "the guitar" had been sooooo much fun. Mom looked sad when I went into details about how I had helped myself to her egg slicer without permission. But when I got to the part about "my concert" it looked as if she was trying not to laugh. I was really sorry - and told her I wouldn't do that anymore. Mom was concerned about me falling and hurting myself, not the egg slicer and she was happy I didn't break any bones. The moral of this little guitar story is - don't give a concert on a narrow wooden board in your dad's hayloft with your mom's egg slicer. Wait until you have a real guitar. he-he.
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