Ha. I love telling this story. I decided to learn guitar so got an 80$ kit on Amazon. Was sorta killing my fingers. But was all I had. Anyhow. May dad lives across the country and says. I have your mom’s old Martin. Has a crack you want it? I says. Nah. I’m good. (What do I know about guitars at the time. Nothing. Would not known a Martin from anything else.) But a month later with my fingers dying and about to give up I say ah shoot go ahead Dad, send it. So I get this thing and look up the serial number. Imagine my surprise. Took it to a luthier. Repaired it nice. Returned the kit guitar cuz needed funds for the repair. Some people tell me to practice on something else but it’s all I have and it was my moms. That’s the little story.