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I'm 61. I've wanted to learn guitar since I was a teenager. Always told myself I'd get around to it — after college, after the kids, after retirement planning. My wife got tired of hearing me say "someday" and signed me up for an online lesson. I was nervous. Figured I was too old, too stiff, too late. The teacher was on my screen in my living room. No driving, no classroom. Just me and him. By the end of thirty minutes I was strumming a real chord progression. Six weeks in. I practice twenty minutes a day. I'm not good yet, but I'm playing. First lesson was free.