My beloved wanted to learn to play an instrument that would be accessible to the grandkids, and settled on the ukulele. She got herself a Kala tenor, and I started messing around with it, too. My stepdad (now passed) learned of this, and had reached a point due to health problems where he could no longer play, so gave me his 1930s vintage Martin S1 to have for my very own. (It was some time before I learned what a princely gift that really was!) Anyway, been playing about a year; I'm still pretty much completely retarded, and I'm having a ball! Playing the uke and singing (badly) makes me happy, and that's all that really counts, eh? (And, yeah, the little Martin plays great!)