When I was 8 yrs old my dad decided that I had to learn how to play an instrument because he had read that it was important for a child's developmnet and whateaver.
Now, the only instrument we could afford was a guitar, so it was classical guitar. I entered a Tango conservatory (live in Buenos Aires) and studied classical guitar, music theory, solfeggio, etc. I was specialized in what is called "concert guitar" which is mainly an endless solo. Never liked doing rythin guitar tbh, so I just did solos. I was the only woman in the group, lol the rest of the guys were all Malmsteeem wanabees getting their neo-classical training. But as years went by I didn't wanna play anymore. I started hating my guitar until I quit the conservatory and smashed my guitar into 1000 pieces (not gonna go into details now into why).
Didn't play for a few years until my late teenage years when I started hanging out with a group of friends who had a band. And when I say hanging out, I mean I was a groupie lol. I was dating the guitar player but really wanted to get the drummer, and the bass player suggested I played bass to break the ice with the drummer next reherasal, so he lent me his bass, i took it home and played it for a week and absolutely fell in love, I had found MY instrument. I had to return the bass that saturday afternoon, so that morning I went to a pawn shop, sold a gold necklace my godmother had given me years before and with the money bought my first bass. It was 1999. It's been the love of my life ever since (the bass, no the drummer, that didn't last long LOL).