I started by accident, - literally. Although I played harmonica and button accordion, I had no particular urge to learn guitar.
When I was about 14, I smashed my left wrist, - really badly. After a couple of operations and several months in plaster, my left wrist was about half the size of the right and my left hand was almost unuseable.
I was prescribed therapy of squeezing a tennis ball for several hours a day, something that failed to do, partly because it hurt and chiefly, because it was boring and there were a million other exciting things for a 14/15 year old boy to be doing. I just coped by using my right hand for anything that required strength and got on with living.
Eventually, my parents were warned that I would permanently lose the use of that hand unless I execised it. We had a meeting with the family doctor aimed at finding a possible solution.The old GP asked me if I was interested in music, and having told him I was, turned to my parents and said "buy him a guitar"
12 months later, spurred on by visions of emulating the Beatles, I had a functioning left hand. As a bonus could also play guitar really really badly. (A skill I have maintained ever since) :
Vic
