Finding the Door

The past few years of my life have come and past like a blur to me, I cant remember a lot of things and I'm not sure that I want to. But the things that I do want to remember are the good times I had in life and the friends that I have made and lost along the way.
I haven't been proud of many things that I have done, but I am who I am and I don't regret anything that my life has carried me to do or what I have made the decision to experience and experiment with. The people I have met along the way have helped influence my mind on what I make of my life today.
I remember always being interested in drawing and art when I was younger & watching one of my older friends sit in the church pew during worship and draw the most amazing pictures of people and muscular anime I have ever seen. It was so fascinating to me that I had to learn how to do it.
I remember my Dad's mom always coming to Christmas with something she had made or drawn with her hands and it was the most beautiful pieces of work my eyes would ever see in this family.
In a sum of high school I went into video and computer because I got fed up with my art teacher telling me how I was going to draw. I regret the decision of quitting.
My senior year I picked up photography in a class taught by my basketball coach, so recalling it all, I was one of his favorites getting to do mainly whatever I wanted to do and passing with ease.
During that class I found that my eye wasn't just in the way I breezed through photo but the fact that I was looking at the world and scenes with my friends in a different perspective. I was trying to find the best picture to please the eye and not just a photo to look at and remember the good ole' days.
So off to Blinn College I went for my basics, and what a school I would advise never to go to. But for me It was meant to be.
I remember one day calling my mom after the first semester was just about half way through telling her how it was going ok and school was good blah blah blah the things you say when you are bored of where you are and just want to get through and go home to things that really dont matter.
That day I found something interesting, as I was talking to my mom coming out of the school building doors I was telling her how I needed to find something to do around here because there was nothing for me, It just didnt seem like the right place to be. I started heading down the steps when I stepped on something that stuck to my shoe like glue.
I picked it off and almost threw it back down before a glace but I decided to read. It was talking about joining a photo club at the school and getting to possibly work with the newspaper. I told my mom and suddenly realized That was what I was missing. 3 months later and a mind ready for creativity I was in photo class experimenting and finding something that I loved and had an interest in, that made me see different aspects of the eye and the way people perceive things.

Nothing comes easy and it definitely takes practice and hard work to become someone remembered, But I am prepared and willing to dive In and get what I want in life.