When I was six

When I was six fine art meant staring at the board
 my aunt would draw on and I would trace with my eyes.
Remembering how to draw it, without a repeat.
Finally, learning how to color in the lines with my 1st grade
class, but i already was two steps ahead and was proud.
Finishing my piece of color without a dab of color out of the line.
And, i showed it off quite well.
Yes, i bragged when I was six about my drawings.
The puppy running in the field that looked real in
other's eyes, the dream house that everyone wanted,
and the life that i brought to my pictures. I was like
an Einstine to art. I was that good.
My teacher staring and smiling at the homemade card
I put together for her before she was off to my married.
"I did all by myself Ms. Melody, this card is origional. "
At six years old I felt on top of the world with my drawings.
I also shocked my class saying "No i don't wanna be an artist.
I wanna work with Shamu when i grow up."
Back then, that was my passion. Not to pick up a paint brush,
or a pen to draw. Back then, my passion was to my in water with one
of the most spetacular animals in the world.
Fine art to me when i was siz is a memory I couldn't forget because,
being good at something no one else was at six years old was like being god.
And, every picture i drew was a little piece of my memory of me.