First time I held the guitar in hand I knew that\’s the nicest thing that can happen. It was a magic moment that was just me and wonderful wooden object. I learned how to play the guitar, in first grade. My parents basically forced to subscribe to these courses, but it was a wonderful decision and thanks them for it every day. And my teacher noticed that since the first course that I did better than other children around me. After the first three months I went too advanced. I was fascinating, got home from school and by midnight I gave no guitar out of hand. And now my work is seen reward for doing something I like. Its amazing to wake up every morning when you want, do not you head and know that your work is more fun.