Mine is a rather sad story
The year, 1992/93, the guitar, a 1991 UV7BK.
I was 16 years old. Getting ready to record my first CD. Ever since PAW had come out in 1990 I was obsessed with the Universe. I had scrimped and saved and scrimped and saved some more.
For Christmas of that year, my parents agreed that if I traded my EC29 Washburn against it, they would split the difference with me for this guitar. Well, the music store ripped me off on the EC29, but I walked out with the UV.
I recorded my first CD "summer nights" with it. When I was 18 I went on the road with it. I taught my first College seminars with it. This guitar was not a guitar, it was an extension of my body. It was everything to me.
Fast forward a few years, to 1999. I wake up to find my studio broken into, my UV gone, a couple RG's, couple acoustics, a PRS, and a bass. None mattered but my UV. The police were no help, useless batch of idiots that they are in this town.
So, insurance was what replaced it. I got my JEM7VWH.
I still miss my UV more than words, but a very incredible person found a mint 91 and gave it to me for christmas last year. I love it almost as much as her.
I'd love my UV back, more than words can say. But, life goes on, and now I have other kewl guitars too