Long story...
When I was in 6th grade, I was into punk rock. I loved all the bands that nobody liked (because they all liked pop). I was into the Dead Kennedy's, G.B.H, Screeching Weasel, Crass, etc. I met this guy named Carter who shared the same musical tastes as I did. I figured out he played drums (and was f good, I played guitar). We started jamming, and it sounded really good. For two 12 year olds, this was it. Then, we recruited our friend Hank who was also very fluent at guitar/bass. We did Anti-Flag covers in Carter's basement and had a great time. Hank couldn't really play with us a lot because of sports. Carter and I persisted on. We had a friend named Patrick who was into stuff like the Pixies and Gogol Bordello. We told him to buy a bass with his birthday cash and learn how to play. He did.
We jammed and recorded on Carters 4-Track for about 2 years. We never played a gig because Carter didn't want to "play out" saying that "this was just for fun". Patrick and I really wanted to play gigs, but Carter held us back. Finally, in December of 2007, a teacher of Carter's got us a gig at a big venue for a benefit he was throwing. Patrick and I were so excited. Carter, naturally said he didn't want to do it. We got this guy 10 years older than us to play drums (I still played guitar in the band, but had gotten sort of good at drums because of how I watched Carter play). The gig went great, and Patrick and I realized our full potential. We kicked Carter out. We then found this guy named Eric. He was a killer guitarist who had been playing Van Halen and Metallica tunes at the show. We asked him if he wanted to join a punk rock band (we made friends with him after we heard him singing "Why does it hurt when I pee" by Frank Zappa). He said yes. He joined our band, and we have been gigging ever since. We are known as "North Carolina's youngest Thrash/Punk band".