My mom made me and both of my brothers take 9 years of piano lessons. Today, not one of us plays - I don't think any of us even has a keyboard in our houses. The reason for this is simply that we were never allowed to play the kind of music we liked . Which was, of course, rock. Or blues, or country. Or, really, anything with a beat. Nope; it was all classical all the time. And piano lessons were the only time we wer…
Then one day, my cousin bought me a discography CD pack of Rush CDs. I heard Fly By Night and I knew I HAD to learn to play it. That resulted in about a five year streak of obsessive Rush disorder. I was again, hooked. Now on more advanced music. I wanted to learn all the songs. I even formed a little tribute band with a few other people.
Now, I have a classical guitar sitting next to the couch and I sometimes come and sit and just noodle around. Just enjoy the sounds, the feel of the strings against my fingers, the satisfaction of discovering an assembly of notes to play that sound special.
It's been about 15 years now. Not once did I think I needed to learn something on the guitar because somebody told me I had to. I always learned something in pursuit of learning the next song.