When I started my first semester at Antioch College in 1953, I saw people sitting around under trees playing guitars and singing—and having fun! I knew this was for me. My mother was a musician, but when I was growing up, she felt that I should take formal piano lessons and practice regularly every day—something I resisted. So the notion that you could teach yourself to play a guitar (with a little help now and then from friends) and sing with simple accompaniment was exciting.
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