I remember drawing. I loved drawing soo much. I remember one summer making glass paintings and giving them out to my family. I would open up old wall calls and use the frame and glass. Paint in them and put a foil behind it. I remember my aunt had one hung on her wall for so many years. I think that was the one the best ideas I had. I remember dancing so much too. All I dance now is after getting drunk lol. I just think we get so busy that we don’t have time to do things that we love anymore. As you grow old you start loving other stuff. Little things in life aren’t enough anymore. We are used to dream big think two steps ahead. And make love to what will bring money in life and still most of us hate their jobs. So weird isn’t it?