Yes, I loved it. Well, 80-20. I hated recitals, but I spent hours just noodling around, figuring stuff out, and when I was a teen, I spent my allowance on sheet music for popular tunes (Richard Marx, Right Here Waiting, anyone?

) and entertained my friends. There were a couple of guys who played guitar, and we we do little jam sessions at parties. Very Mayberry, I know.
I wish we had room for a piano now, so I could take it up again. Lack of space for a piano is the one downside of urban living.