I know this is an old thread but I'm a new member. Without giving too much away, I was 13 years old, residing in a place not of my choosing. No walls or bars, but maybe just a behavior issue away. I was feeling sorry for myself, out strolling the grounds on a hot summer day when I happened to notice a couple of guys, in pretty much the same straits as I was, sitting out in the middle of a field under a tree. Both had acoustic guitars and were actually enjoying themselves, sitting in the shade and playing together. I approached, stopped, and listened. From that moment, I decided I wanted to play. Within 6 months I bought a beat up old acoustic and learned a few chords and started composing and playing my own music. I've never looked back but after all these years, you'd think I'd be a better player.