Pocket Money Memories
I can’t remember exactly how much pocket money I was given, but I do remember that I got a little bit from a young age and it was always dispensed on a Saturday morning. It would go up by 50p or a pound (as I got older) on my birthday each year. At the age of ten I developed a burning desire to learn to play the guitar and I begged and begged my parents to let me have lessons. Eventually they made me a deal. If I paid for the guitar out of my own money, then they would pay for the lessons. There wasn’t much I wanted or needed in those days; my main purchases were sweets as I recall, so I had already managed to save a couple of pounds. I added my birthday and Christmas money to it, and as promised, I was taken to the music shop and picked out a Spanish classical guitar with a case, which came to the grand total of exactly £10.00 (which was the sum of my stash!).
Whether or not that just happened to be the price, or the shop-keeper kindly tailored it to my available budget, I don’t know, but from that point on I started to have lessons and practiced religiously for half an hour a day. I took exams and got up to grade V, and along with my cousin who was learning to play the cornet, I got called upon every Christmas to perform in front of the family.
I don’t play as often (or as well) as I did; life kind of got in the way, but I can still pick up a guitar and strum some chords or play a couple of tunes I memorised from all those years ago. And I still have my precious first guitar.