My first guitar was a Fender 12 string. I loved it the first time I played it. I learned everything on it. I had it for about a year and was sure I’d keep it forever.

While out with some friends one night, a tornado hit our town in Alabama. I still lived at home with my mom at the time. The tornado ripped through her yard and destroyed everything. We searched for our belongings all over the yard. Combing through clothes and movies, and junk we had forgotten about. I was worried sick because even if it survived the tornado, I knew my guitar would be soaking wet.

We looked and looked, and finally I found it about 200 yards from the house… Still in the case!! I was excited. I pulled it out and looked at it, and I could tell something was wrong with it. Between the rain and the tornado slinging it around the yard it had warped the neck something fierce. I almost cried. It was heartbreaking and nobody could do anything with it. And I’ve never became attached to another guitar since!!!

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