Sometimes you don't know what's real...
I was 22. I was playing bad guitar in front of my tent.
It was very hot. It was nap time on the campsite.
All I was interested in at that time was to learn how to play the guitar but I was quite bad at it. I did not realise that my approach to music was entirely wrong. I wasn't playing music. I was just desperately fighting for self worth.
I didn't know how to learn. I wouldn't have trusted a teacher. I wouldn't have trusted anybody for anything.
I was doing my little things when I heard a loud male voice. "Stop it!"
I instantly put the guitar down and looked around. Nobody was there. No angry beard nothing...
I was not sure I had really heard. It must have been in my head. Then a little boy came up to me. He was about 3 years old. He laughed and told me: "I told you to stop!"
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