When I was 5, I wanted a guitar for Christmas. I got a plastic toy guitar that year, while my older brother got a 'real' one (which I wasn't allowed to touch, and he never learned to play). At 11 or 12 I worked de-tasseling corn to buy a guitar, and spent six months having my brother-in-law show me cowboy chords, and the rest, as they say.......was a lot of learning by ear (Get it? Corn? Ear?). What helped the most was not being able to play Jimmy Page solos note-for-note. At 14 or so, out of frustration, I was just making up solos that would fit. In the long run it worked out OK, because I have a hint of my own thing going on in there. That and a pretty good ear have taken me all the way to my basement.