When all I had was this crappy dead sounding Squier strat, I would never put her down, night and day. Dragged her around all the time. I would constantly tweak her and try to find ways around her weaknesses. During that time, I thought I needed something better, and that my cheap Squier was a piece of cr@p, but as I had time to play, was young, and had no other guitar, I played her all the time. She was the only guitar people would see me with. Because I played her so much, my skills were in top form. However, I kept feeding hopes of getting ''a proper Fender'' one day. I eventually started to work ''more serious'' (better paying) jobs and bought a few Fenders, that are objectivelly and subjectivelly far superior from that old piece of junk. I love these guitars and have also estabilished relationships with them over the years. I never played the old Squier too much again. But Ive also never felt again the feeling of bonding so deeply with just one guitar that I thought made me sad and angered, but that, in truth, I loved.