I began playing the banjo.
For years, I was always the only banjo player and was always surrounded by guitars, so for 6 years, I never owned a guitar, but I learned how to play them by using other folk's instruments.
When I finally bought a guitar, I was in the Navy, nursing a serious Jones for learning how to play Bossa Nova, a music that does not fit the banjo in any shape or form.
So my first guitar was a Guild classic Mark II. It was pretty cheap because the music store it came from had just suffered a serious fire. I found it in a warehouse the store was using to sell off their serviceable instruments that weren't burned up.
The Guild was covered in soot and had been stained by the heat, but it was intact and actually a fine sounding guitar. Once I finally got it clean, it even looked OK.
I can't remember how much I paid for it now, but I recall everything in that warehouse was open to negotiation in price, so it wasn't very much. No more than $100, and probably much, much less.
A year later, I went back to the store after the place had been restored, looking for a good steel-string flat top after over 10 months at sea. I had saved most of my pay over that time for another guitar, so I went in looking for a Martin D-18. But when the salesman left to go check his stock, he came back with a D-28 that had a small crack in the bridge between two pin holes.
He said he would knock off $100 if I took the guitar as is. That knocked the price down to $300, with the case adding another $100 to the deal.
And $400 was all the guitar money I had to spend. So I walked out with the D-28. It was my birthday present to myself in 1968. Within a year, I learned to play some Bossa nova on the Guild and how to flatpack a couple of Doc Watson tunes on the D-28.
That set my musical course for the next 20 years, and I still love that music the most of all.
I added a 12-string from the Norfolk base PX, a Brazilian classic, a Spanish black flamenco, and an Autoharp to that, along with the banjo I brought with me into the Navy. By the time I was discharged, I had too many guitars to carry back home with me, so I sold the Guild to a shipmate who really wanted it.
Everything else came home. To this day I still wish I had sold him the Brazilian guitar instead.
All that happened 60 years ago. I still have them all, except for the Martin; I hit a very rough patch in 2004, and was forced to sell it for some fast cash. Needless to say, the D-28 went for quite a lot more cash that it took to buy it.
Many others have come and gone since, but I still miss that plain little Guild and the D-28.