My favorite possession is a guitar. I cannot live without it. The reason why I love it so much is that it's been hand made from my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather. This guitar means the world to me. Why does it mean so much? Well, it has our family history on it since the late 1890's. So this guitar is ancient!. Originally my grandpa told me a story that my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandpa had carved this guitar for his wife because she loved to hear music, and she loved to dance. And he loved her so much, he would have walked to the moon 12 times for her. Every time I hear that story, I like it even more and more because you can understand what it means. This very guitar was made out of love. I love this guitar, I like to mess around with it. I have a lot of memories with it. One Christmas eve, as everyone was sitting close to the fireplace, drinking hot chocolate, my grandma got in the mood to dance. She told my mom to get the guitar, and she demanded (playfully) for me to play. So I did. She got my grandpa and they danced around our living room. Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves. You should have seen the twinkle in my grandma's eyes as if they were laughing inside; as she eyed me with the guitar. But soon, my grandpa grew tired and I stopped, she still kept on dancing; she told me to keep on playing and she grabbed my 19 year-old brother and danced with him! I could not and would not stop laughing!