DesryKaizer67

When I was a kid, I drew almost constantly. It was the one thing I loved doing.  Granted, that was because I was an avid horse-lover and since my parents couldn't afford to buy me a horse, I sketched, painted, and dreamed up pretend ones. I drew horses; and only horses.  I went through sketch-book after sketch-book, and when I ran out, I begged my mother to give me printer paper. She did...  and then that ran out.  (Yes, I drew a lot.)  After years of this, people caught on to the fact that I liked drawing.  Not only did I like it, but I adored it. At that point my mother, now tired of me stealing her printer paper, asked a family member to