The first time I picked up a guitar and sang was something I'll never forget. I remember messing around playing songs by myself, but the one time when I strapped a guitar on and stepped up to a microphone was something I can never forget. I don't know how to explain it, except that it made me free, not free like a prisoner, but more like something that was kept out of its element for so long, something that forgot its' very existence and where it came from. This something was taught to think inside the box and not to dream and the finally that something was let go.......and somehow it new where it was and thats where it belonged. Of course the people that heard me the first time probably took it a little bit differently.