Guitar, at age 50, but I quit lessons for several reasons. I think piano, not guitar. I may even remember violin, not guitar.
I had a band at age 12 with two gals who couldn’t play or sing. Now I’ve a lovely guitar, a Seagull Artist Folk and hydrate it twice a week. I need to play again. Not that I’ll ever be good. But I know I haven’t played for a while because I don’t have calluses on my fingers. Now’s probably a good time to take it in, as a veteran guitarist advised me, to a local shop for several weeks to have a little work done.
She’s beautiful, though. Perhaps if I named her I’d give her a little more attention. I rebelled at my private lessons. They weren’t giving me what I wanted, or what I needed. If I get back into it I need to choose my teacher very carefully. Thanks, WordPress, for the question, Dee
Cooking with Dee 
I played today. Tuned first, then laid down on the bed and played without looking, some Peter, Paul and Mary standards, and a verse of American Pie. Hurts the fingers bad, but it’s the first time I’ve felt the chords without looking. My teachers would be proud. Dee