Love in Art

When I was a little boy, I was crazy about drawing, though I didn’t know what I was drawing about. Every night, I drew on the wall about what I saw and heard that day, and each time, I kept drawing until I was exhausted. The funny thing was that even though I knew my drawing was bad, I never allowed my parents to erase them. There was one time that my parents accidently erased a tiny little part of my drawing, and then I cried for two hours until there were no more tears coming out. I didn’t have many friends in my childhood; however, I had a great childhood with drawing.
When I was a little older, I realized that my drawing was terrible, but I didn’t lose interest in drawing. Compared to the celebrity posters or autographs in others’ bedrooms, my bedroom was full with all kinds of paintings. I spent most of my allowance and scholarship on different paintings, but I never stopped buying my favorite paintings even though there was no more room for them. However, one of my little cousins tore down most of my collection, and at that time, it was like the end of the world to me. The horrible part was that I couldn’t blame on my little cousin because he was too young to realize how terribly he did.
From then on, I rarely collected paintings or anything easy to be torn. Therefore, I began to take digital photos. I spent all my money buying a digital camera, and I took the camera along with me all the time, even when I was sleeping. I took thousands of photos, such as profiles, landscapes, nature phenomena, and so on. I also made my photos into digital albums so that I could share them with my friends. I love art, from painting to photos, and I am definitely sure that my life will be terrible without art.