Blog 4

It had to be perfect, the hair, the eyes, everything. After five minutes of hard work of scribes, my so called "masterpiece" was finished. I remember feeling so proud of my work I couldn't wait to give it to my mom. I ran into the living room where I found her watching television. "Mom! Look what I made you!" I said with pride. "thats you!" I squeaked as I pointed to a stick figure with short scribbled on hair. "And right there... That's me! We have matching t-shirts on." I remember looking up and seeing her confused face smilingly and hearing her say "its perfect" :) I was thrilled! Perfect was what I was going for. I felt so good and proud I could draw tons of new "masterpieces!" Well, just recently my mom and I were cleaning out our storage space under the stairs, guess what I found! I found a box full of all my wonderful scribles, paintings, and who knows what the other things were. The box had writing on it that read: "pride and joys 2003-2007" I was curious to see what I drew, I opened it and pulled out a big blue book with glitter and jewels glued on it. I slowly opened it to find doodles of me, my family, and my pets, along with scribbles I could not figure out. Memories filled my head with smiles and the days in kindergarten. Finger painting with pudding and drawing our alphabet for the first time. On most of the pictures that I drew I spelt my name wrong.... I guess I was still learning that my name had two s's and a y at the end not a i or e I spelt it "casidie" I kept going through it all. Loose papers and stickers fell out. I put the book away just before seeing a wrinkled up piece of paper on the side. I pulled it out and straightened it out. It was dated Feb.17.2003. It was the picture I made for my mom! We had matching shirts on and my mom had messy drawn hair. There was writing on it that said "mom, luve you xoxo" in writing I could JUST read. I showed my mom. "its perfect." she smiled. :)