I was a John Denver fan, and finger picked. This was the early 70s. When I went in the Corps, I dragged a cheapo guitar around, and picked with friends in the barracks. They were always way better than I. But, I could play My Sweet Lady, Dust in the Wind, Carry on Wayward Sun, and a few more... and sing a tune or two respectably, until a bilateral jaw surgery. Then I just picked and grinned.
When I reenlisted the first time, I bought an Ovation Custom Legend 12 string, perfect for the music I liked to play. I was still a hack, but it sounded better on that guitar. When my daughter was born in Hawaii in 81, the guitar was sold for the crib, stroller, changing table, and all the rest a baby's room has to have if you don't want to listen to your ex whine about this or that until they get it.
Never played again... I had a new baby to play with, and life takes new turns. Sometimes I miss it. Lol.
