My first Squier is a CY99 red Affinity Strat with rosewood fretboard purchased at a Guitar Center in San Antonio, TX by my dad while I was at Basic Training for the United States Air Force in October of 1999, when joining the military was marketed more as a skills-for-employment/money-for-college thing than an actual fighting-wars/risking-death-and-dismemberment thing. He bought it because the answer to his question "what do you miss?" during one of the bootcamp phone calls wasn't "pepperoni rolls" or whatever, it was "my guitar". But my guitar was a USA Fender 40th Anniversary Stratocaster, it stayed at home in Ohio, and that made sense to me. During the pre-Graduation Parade hangout-with-the-family-at-a-picnic-table time my dad presented me with the red Squier strat with the big, awesome/cartoony headstock. When I had I played about everything I could think to play on it, a guy from my brother-flight in the barracks upstairs came over with puppydog eyes on and his family behind him. "Hey, man, like, if you get bored with that or..." and we passed the guitar back and forth, bonding for the remaining 18 minutes or so before it was back to bootcamp. In that time we discovered we were both headed to Monterey CA to learn languages at the Defense Language Institute to become linguists for the USAF. We were best friends in California, and the house on Fort Ord in which he and his wife lived was where I met my first wife. And to this day he is one of my closest friends. This Strat has been covered with Black Flag and FEAR and similar stickers because I was "totally punk rock" when I was 19. It has 13s on it and is currently tuned to C and the bridge pickup doesn't work, and I probably haven't picked it up other than to move it in 5 years, but now that the basement is a workspace instead of an obstacle course I plan on reviving it.