And I'm sure we both still bear the emotional scars of our parents' attempts at character building. I didn't tell you about the toy red plastic semi acoustic "electric" guitar with the power cable cut off my dad gave me to play at the junior school assembly classical guitar recital. I got it for...
This photo reminds me of when I was picked to play for my local cub pack. I didn't own any boots at the time but my dad remembered there was an old pair knocking around in the garage that he thought would do the job. Unfortunately they looked like they were from the 1930s. However, they were so...