I was waiting for my dad after my guitar class on Saturday. I was sitting on a bench, playing on my phone, when I heard a little toddler and his grandfather approaching. The kid appeared the be very interested in my guitar, which I gladly showed it to him. His grandfather laughed and explained that the boy loved music, and I let him strum a few strings while the grandfather and I talked. I told him about jazz, some songs I knew, and for how long I'd been playing. Upon his insistence, I played a simple and quick melody for the boy.
The kid's face lit up every time I played a chord. It reminded me of when I first picked up the guitar, and I was hit with a huge wave of nostalgia that I still haven't been able to get over.
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