ReadOasis Step 3
It was my twentieth birthday. I was sitting in the family piano room when my father opened the door. He had a big smile on his face, and he said, "Happy Birthday!" Then he handed me a big box. Inside was a new guitar. It was shiny and black with a golden sunburst.
I said, "Thank you, Dad!" And as best I could, I made music with that guitar. I say "music," but it was my first guitar, so the music was more like noise. Some of my friends today call me Mr. Noise, but my parents neve...