I remembered one day that I drew in school, I aced my art classes, and it hit me. Why wasn't I still doing this, did I find out I was horrible or did it just disapear. I had found out later that it was still there just hidden beneath many years of pleasing other people and putting what I wanted on the back burner. So when I became a single mother (and needed to release some pint up emotion) I started drawing again. (Badly at that). Then my best friend, bought me an art easel with many paints and methods of drawing and I was able to do what I loved to do..... I know I will never be rich that I will never be famous, but at least I can do what I love to do.