My first memory is from kindergarten.
I remember when I was little we had a family day and my mom my dad and my little brother came to school for the day. My little brother at the time was about a year younger than me. He and I were close and he hated the idea of me going to school everyday and he would get mad when I left for school.... But this day everything was different.
I remember how the day went. I was in the PM class (yes I was in elementary when they still did morning and afternoon kindergarten). This day at school we were going to paint and have fun with our families.
My brother came in my class for the entire afternoon and I remember I corny wait to show my brother everything in my class including the books, the stuffed animals and all the stations we had.
We made our way around the room together that day and it was like he was a part of our class. I was excited to have my little brother there because he was my best friend and I hated not being able to bring him to school with me! This day I was gonna show him everything I could!!
Then my teacher announced an activity. We were going to make paintings/prints of our feet and see which dad had the biggest feet! My dad won!! That day I left with my family and it was the best day of school.... Ever...
This is my first real memory. I knew at this time I loves school and learning and that I LOVED art! Maybe I was always meant to be... An artist