There was a guy at a Christian Summer Camp that I went to when I was about 13 or 12. He and I were the smartest people there. There were a lot of things where we had to solve puzzles and whatnot as a group. People always teamed up with he or I. He was a lot less charismatic that I was, but he could play guitar and that got a lot of people's attention.
Someone asked him at some point if he could play Stairway to Heaven. He could only play the into, and couldn't play it right for that matter. The guy who asked him to do it said "Ah, no one knows how to play it right anyways." So I envied the only thing he had that I didn't, the guitar.
Went back home and told my parents "I want a guitar." When they asked what kind I didn't know there were more than one kind. They explained I could get classical or bass. I had a bass singing voice at the time, so I picked bass. When I got it, it wasn't anything like I expected, so I looked up how to play it on Youtube. Eventually learned how to play some basic stuff on bass guitar and then got a classical guitar. I learned how to make chords on it (The only difference I could tell between the two instruments at the time) so that I could play folk music.
My first love came back into my life. I still loved her. She told me she would get back together with me if I could play "Swing Life Away" by Rise Against. I was about 15 by this point and not nearly that good at guitar since I had only been playing for about 6 months. I got back with her when I was 16 anyways and we had sex in my car. I didn't talk to her for a while and then she called me out of the blue to let me know she is probably pregnant. "Oh fuck" I thought, but then she said to not worry about it too much cause it could be someone else's. I was confused since it had only been like 2 months. Turns out she had had sex with 4 people since she had sex with me. Fuck that girl.