My mother’s first career was as an art teacher. She still paints on weekends when she is not working. I enjoy drawing, but I never do it (when would I find time?). When my younger sister started getting really good at drawing, I was in middle school. I stopped drawing; I guess I didn’t like the competition. Now my sister has a B.F.A. I was right — she really was better than me!
I love art though, and I find it such a loss when schools close art programs. So much of my childhood was devoted to making art. I loved creating with markers, cray-pas, and colored pencils. One time I won a contest. I drew a picture of my family under a large tree and two houses on hills far in the distance. My grandma had it framed in her kitchen, but she recently moved into assisted living, so I think the picture is in a box. My prize was a large, yellow crayola crayon that I kept in my room for many years.