Every person's life has its own specific hobbies. Someone loves to collect stamps, someone collects ship models, and someone can collect various books. As a child, nothing attracted me. I was an ordinary kid who just wanted to have fun, watch TV and mess around. All this was up to a certain point.
Even in the fifth grade, the circle of my hobbies is cartoons on TV and walks with friends until my mother starts calling home. And then one day she decided to come out with me for an interesting conversation. My mom noticed that something was missing in my life and suggested that I do some creative work.
Of course, I was immediately outraged and refused, because cartoons were everything to me. Mom invited me to think about it and gave it two weeks. Of course, nothing has changed during this time.
And then the day came when I found out that my mother had secretly enrolled me in a drawing class. I really didn't want to go there, but I had to. There, a teacher spoke to me, to whom I told that most of all I love cartoons.
After that, that nice woman gave me a piece of paper and a pencil. She explained to me that cartoons are the same drawing. And she asked me to draw my favorite characters from the TV. Of course, the first time I didn't get anything good, but at this very moment. When I started to create myself, one thing became clear to me: it is very interesting.
I was used to seeing drawn pictures only on the screen, but at that moment, thanks to my mother and the drawing teacher, I realized that I could create characters myself that were not on the screen.
From that moment I started drawing. When I was doing well, the teacher praised me all the time. It was this kindness that helped me not to drop the pencil, but to improve myself further. And then I realized that my mother would never give bad advice.
