OK, my story might be a bit different. My father played guitar from his teens until he passed.
In his younger days, he and a cousin had a two man act and they played every amateur night they could find. Anyone who would let them on stage, they'd go for it. Everyone got to telling them they were really good, and ought to be getting paid. So, they joined the union, and soon found doing it for money wasn't much fun for them. So, they quit. His cousin swears dad was so good on numerous instruments that he could have "gone to Nashville" if he'd wanted.
He didn't- he got married, raised three kids, and passively taught his kids to love his guitar playing (and Chet's, too)
He never pushed his kids to learn guitar, but he'd frequently mention being willing to teach if they wanted. Once, I asked his to teach me, and he tried, but I didn't stick with it. Playing guitar was always something that I said i wanted, but never wanted bad enough to put the effort into learning.Stupid me.
Fast forward. Dad passed in October '05. In April of this year, Mom asks me if I want one of dad's guitars. His Martin from the 40's (autographed by Tex Ritter- dad shared a stage with him once) had already been promised to my sister, so I took the next best choice, IMO- I took the hollow body electric that he made himself (He was also quite the woodworker)Mom told me to go ahead and get the guitar.
I'd goofed around with this guitar all my life (hell, my avatar is proof), plucking strings, then hitting the trem, but when I picked it up for the first time as the OWNER of it, I knew instantly that I was going to learn to play it.
I started in April, self teaching. I was making good progress when I got a gift certificate for lessons from my wife and daughter for Father's day.
I was blessed to be paired up with a great teacher, and the learning has been coming faster and faster since then. My 8 year old daughter has since taken it up, too. (Don't tell her she's getting the pink Little Martin for Christmas, OK?)
I'm not going to be a great guitarist. I might get decent enough to play in public, but that's not my measure of satisfaction. Just having a guitar in my hands and having some sort of control of the sounds coming out of it (more and more control as I go, too)is all I need from it. I just love to play, and to improve.
Now, if y'all will excuse me, the 5120 is over in the corner reminding me that I'm not getting any better while typing.