My classmate is my son
When you first see the title, please neither think it in an evil way nor judge me that I am cursing my classmate! In fact I am very much open to criticism or criticisms, so it is not my way to be bad by saying the F words sort of things, though I do say it in a different or transformed way .
I registered for a guitar lesson, because my son registered in the same class. There are only two students in that class, so I can honestly state that my classmate is my son. In fact, it should be expressed in another way as my son is my classmate, because my son registered the lesson firstly and willingly while I was register secondly and reluctantly.
Playing guitar was my dream long time back to high school and university stages, since it was an effective way to attract the attention from beauties, as well as these from non-beauties. However at an age of my age, it is useless for me to draw any concentrations of comeliness, because I am already in the center of it.
But anyway it still is necessary for me to learn and know how to play it. Nothing is easy. I have to confess how wise the ancestors were!!! I am so happy that I could play 3 pieces of melody after 2 months of practice by starting at 0, and more is on the way to come.
The real gaining I got is that it is good chance to grow up with my son as a beginner and to experience the hardness, boring, frustration my son encountered, as well the joyful moments after struggling through it. It is so wonderful that we encourage and are proud of each other, know and understand more of each other.
I am happy to be the classmate of my son.
Here is the joyful moment from the first snow sliding this year in our neighborhood.