After I moved to Texas last year, I found a little guitar store in the next town. I decided to stop in one day out of curiosity. Right in the front was a whole wall of ukuleles. Uh oh, I turned into a kid in a candy store! After perusing, strumming and caressing each one, I finally settled for a little, sky blue soprano. The owner warned me it wasn't a pro but I assured him, "I'm only a beginner and it doesn't cost that much so if I do decide I don't want to play, I won't be wasting too much money." (I've gotten smarter in my old age.) "After I master this one, I'll buy my own professional ukulele," I told him. This soprano was perfect for now.
This year for my 19th birthday, I put it at the very top of my birthday list. If I didn't receive anything else, this was what I wanted. Finally, my birthday came and I was headed to my birthday dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant in Tyler. When I walked in, I was handed a little, odd-shaped box. I opened it and cried. After all these years, I had my first ukulele. It was my turn to play the beautiful melodies and escape to my own little world...
After three months, I'm playing for people. I know most chords and strum patterns. I've written a few songs of my own and I've decided something. My journey with the ukulele has just begun! My family should be proud; I'm sticking to it!
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