My biggest dream

By Rebecca

When I was a little girl, I would always draw, paint and even doodle. As a young child I would always think that my drawings were perfect. Then as I grew older, I saw that they weren’t so perfect, but still enjoyed them at the same time. At age eleven I was in my living room about to watch T.V. until something caught my eye. My step-dad was drawing a picture for my brother. As I watched him, I thought to myself, I want to draw like that some day. Before I got to see him finish I got some scratch paper a pencil and started drawing. After I finished I looked at my drawing and said, "Hey, that’s some pretty good drawing." And so I continued to draw until I hated it. Now here I am in sixth grade drawing like my step-dad, hoping and dreaming that my art would be in a famous Art Museum some day. And right now I am thankful for watching my step-dad because if I hadn’t, I would have never taken my chances of drawing. Well maybe I would have, but not like my step-dad.