When I was 5 years old, all I knew was drawing. I drew every day. And I would tape all my drawings on the wall. I was also crazy about Sailor Moon. So I would have a full wall of Sailor Moon pictures I drew myself. I don’t think my parents appreciated my “talent” as much, though. I didn’t remember hearing them praising my pictures. So I stopped when I was 7 and I don’t think I ever picked up a colored pencil again. It might sound like I’m blaming my parents. I’m not trying to do that, but I have to say that my actions between the age of 7-20 were heavily affected by them. At this day and age, it’s time for me to take everything into my own hands, and I wasn’t able to do that any earlier. I’m not blaming what they did to me, because I know that they did their best. But I’m looking at what feelings and actions I have that were affected by them and I try to lessen the effect. I’m healing my wounds that were created in me by their actions and words. It’s my responsibility to do that.