At 10 I had to learn the accordeon, but when joining the boy scouts I really lusted for a guitar (easier to carry during the hikes). I was allowed to use the worn out troop guitar for a while, then I got my cousin's 3/4 guitar with 13.
Some years later a good friend of my late grandmother dedicated me her Spanish guitar which is now over 100 years old. I played it with catgut strings because of the marvelous sound, stopped strumming and started picking Renaissance songs therefor. It is now frail and I don't play it so often.