Since a young age I have always drawn and painted. Growing up I use to watch Bob Ross and painted happy trees and clouds. Looking back I am not sure if I was actually improving or not. During school I was forced to do drawing fridays. Where I learned by my peers that I was not as bad at drawing. With this new reputation I dedicated my young life to art. Ever since I was young I have always looked up to my mom and her ability to draw. As of today I still admire my mother for her artist ability and desire to draw as good as her.
Besides art I eventually found a sport that did not confuse me. In the beginning it took me a while. My mom had me play basketball, which consisted of my crying and running the wrong direction. A year later I played track in the spring and would for the rest of my life. Track unlike basketball, had me run in one direction and I did not cry once. As I grow up I ran in greater distances and ended up running in 5Ks and landed a new sport, cross country. In springing the smell of turf gives me mixed feels of excitement and the feeling of being nervous. Now I realise that sports will forever be part of me. |