I shot my first real six-wing, saw that there were five in line,
Played it till my fingers bled. It was the summer of '69.

The story:

I visualized a child with a slingshot shooting big insects in the garden during a warm summer's night. It made perfect sense to me.

When I was about 14, we listened to Bryan Adams , and a friend of mine help up his Fender Telecaster guitar and said: 'This was MY first real six-string'. That was the moment when it began to dawn on me how wrong I had been...
It was never embarrassing since I never told anyone, until now... :-)