Guitar Story for Children
A real Guitar
Have I ever told you my little guitar story? No? This is a cute children's story that will put a smile on your face and for anyone young at heart. It is about the time I held a concert - OPS!! on a wooden plank in the hayloft of 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 often I did. This story is about one of those times...
A Guitar-Story in the making...
Happy Dancing Girl
Did you know that a happy little girl can play the guitar using an egg slicer? It has strings, doesn't it? So...why couldn't I pretend that it was a real guitar?
Read on for more of the Guitar Story for children.
I noticed the little strings one day when I was watching mom slicing hard-boiled eggs.
Mom’s egg slicer/My little guitar
"Neat strings, OH, yes, what a cool guitar perfect for me", I thought, while "my wheels were turning!!!
Later, when the opportunity presented itself, I went into mom's kitchen and found IT.
Soon I held a concert for my little friends, balancing on a large wooden plank over the hayloft in dad's barn.
My little friends
The concert was a SMASHING success. The kids were laughing and clapping their hands while I was singing "you're nothing but a hound dog" and playing mom's egg-slicer guitar.
My dog wagged his tail approvingly - we all had such a good time.
Puppy and Butterfly
Everything was great fun, UNTIL.....just of a sudden WHOPS, I lost my balance and FELL into the hay below! My "guitar", I mean, the egg slicer broke and had slipped out of my hands -THE CONCERT and the fun-time WAS NOW OVER!
OH NO :-( The kids were laughing - THAT WAS NOT NICE, 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 sooo much fun, but it came to a quick end.
Mom looked sad when I told her about how I had helped myself to her egg slicer without permission and I was sad also because mom was always good to me and I loved her and I wanted to obey and please her.
A very sad girl
But when I got to the part about "my concert" it looked as if mom was trying not to laugh. I was really sorry - and told her I wouldn't do that anymore.
Mom was more concerned about me falling and possibly hurting myself than the ruined egg slicer and she was happy I didn't break any bones - and so was I.
The funny part of this little guitar story is - don't give a concert on a narrow wooden plank in your dad's hayloft with your mom's egg slicer - wait until you have a real guitar, OH, I almost forgot, don't fall off a wooden plank while you are playing. he-he.
But the real lesson of this little guitar story for children is...
We have to make wise choices and always ask our parents if we are allowed to do what we have planned to do. Some things that seem like fun might be dangerous.
We must always ask permission first before we use other people's belonging, we cannot just take them. We have to do the right thing and make sure we don't do anything to hurt others.
Hope you and your little ones enjoyed this Guitar story.
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