According to what my birth certificate says, I was born on February 7th of the year 1990. My name isn't that common at all, yet I kinda wish I got a more grandiose or sexy name, but hell, you're just my damn journal right now and not a legendary someone so I guess we're just even tonight.
When I was a young kid, I could retain memories pretty well, so I still know most things that happened back on the day I took my first steps. I still remember how I fell at the stairs one night—it wasn't pretty.
Roughly two years after forming kiddie dreams such as becoming a dinosaur when I turn 23, I wanted to become a priest and an astronaut, maybe both. I thought priests weren't paid for a lot and becoming an astronaut was too unachievable a dream as only really smart kids can wear those suits to space. Then, 'cause my mom was a nurse once, came my discovery of a stethoscope lying in one of those little toolboxes mom used to have. I then wanted to be a nurse. Yup, I knew how to spell 'stethoscope' before I could spell 'ball'.
Then came coloring books. Those were awesome, I spent lots of time coloring pages with turtles and frogs. I liked frogs and turtles a lot. I wanted my house in the future to be painted in this turtle-y green shade with some accents of white. So upon realizing that I enjoyed making my little masterpieces, I asked mom if I colored them pages nicely and if my drawings are pretty OK. All she said was “continue doing that, you're doing a good job” or something like that. That day, I told her that I'm gonna be a painter when I grow up.
I guess I caught your interest already,
ami. This kid wanted to be a painter! Hell yeah. I spent summer with lots of coloring books, crayons, watercolor and pastel stuff handed to me by mom. For my first assignment, I had to color a realistic bowl of fruits. I remember spending too much time on coloring those grapes and trying to give them value by painting each piece with purple color. I got scolded for doing so.
I'm guessing this is long enough for an entry here in your pages. 'Til next time!
Laurent
