Mary Quite Contrary by Naomi 'Brigid' Gill
I'm pretty sure I found that guitar a lot earlier than sixth grade, but who cares about Real Life? It sat for a long time collecting dust before I finally got a teacher. (A really great, patient teacher.) Thing is, the guitar was pretty much junk by then because no one had untightened the strings. The neck was all warped and it sounded awful. So I ended up getting a new guitar.
I really should start playing again, but there are so many things to do. How do I find the time?