FETUS ME!
Okay. My birthday is November 29th, 2001.
When I was little, like, new born, I had really, really dark hair to the point it almost looked black. My eyes were so blue, they were actually a violet. Then my hair fell out and grew back in the color it still is today, and my eyes somehow turned to a sky blue with grey.
I don't remember much of my childhood, all I remember is Blue's Clues and Spongebob Squarepants. Also, apple juice and Chips Ahoy cookies... good times.
When I was 3 1/2 years old, though, my mom enrolled me on a dance class. I did ballet and tap. I still do dance to this day, maybe I'll talk about that later.
I also did soccer and softball, but quit after a couple years because honestly, I thought the activity level was way too strenuous. I also hated both of them after like, day 2 of doing it.
I went to pre-school, and had my first relationship. He kissed me on the cheek at his birthday party, and afterwards my mom told me I was blushing like crazy.
I don't remember elementary school too well, either. It's a blur of 64 -pack Crayola crayons and the (somewhat) okay cafeteria food. Recess was always fun though, unless you "owed time." Those 2 words striked fear into our small, 2nd grade hearts. "Owing time" was such an awful punishment. If you were bad or misbehaved at all and the teachers already gave you a warning, you would stand on the sidewalk, alone, for a certain amount of time. And the amount of time you owed depended on what you did- talking during a quiet time would be 5 minutes, not turning in an assignment would be about 10, and if you really misbehaved, it would be the entire recess. One time on second grade, the entire class- every child- owed 10 minutes. Imagine an entire grade standing outside on a sidewalk for 10 minutes IN THE WINTER. It was winter! The last thing you want to do is stand still. And if you talked while owing time, you owed the whole recess. Ugh. Rough times.
Enough about that. Moving on!
In fifth grade, I started drawing. I drew Monster High characters to start with (side note: I was a HUGE Monster High fan. Like, obsessed). I had a poster of them in my room, and I'd draw all the characters for literally HOURS. It was pretty cool. Drawing was my news outlet to create freedom and helped me when I was feeling a certain way, like if something happened at school or if I was just in a bad mood. I'd just pick up the pencil and start sketching.
Over time, I progressively got a lot better. People always ask me, "how do you do that?" and I always have the same reply, "it's just a lot of practice; that's all there is to it."
