There are so many, it's hard to remember. Probably the first was the old pump organ we had growing up. I was 4 years old and too little to reach the pedals. I would get down on my hands and knees and pump up the organ by hand and then climb up on the bench and plunk out "The Green Beret". By age 8, I had my very own portable chord organ. My mom still has pictures of me with that chord organ (some kids have security blankets) covered head to toe w/ chicken pox. My first guitar arrived around the age of 9. It was a big old Sears special. Anymore, it seems as if my musical genius comes in spurts. I remember not too long ago, I purchased a banjo determined to finally learn the instrument. I seemed to be doomed to just simply playing from tabs when all of a sudden, the song "Wreck of the Old 97" came to me. I was so excited- thought I think I'm actually catching on to this thing. Alas, I'm waiting for my next spurt! Laura