Memories 2

A long time ago, when I'm still the second year at elementary school, I used to think that I can be a great painter in the future. I like drawing and I like colors. Each line and each color represent your feelings and I think it's wonderful.

I like to draw everything around me, so I used to bring my crayons and sketchbook everywhere. Until one day after I'm telling my mom what I want to be in the future, she said, "Painters don't have future. You should be something else. Don't draw anymore."

I gave up on my dream to become a painter.