When I was little, I lived in Goose Creek and had a big, curly head of hair. I don't remember too much but I really enjoyed swings. It wasn't an unhealthy habit or anything; it was a fascination with centrifugal force, I think. I was about as tall as someone under 8 years old would normally be, standing far below the adults that changed my diapers. The biggest impact a memory had on me back when I lived there was a time there was an owl attempting to eat some new born kittens. It never succeeded but I ended up naming the only striped one from the litter. This cat was the eldest and stayed with our family. I had her until a few months ago when she passed away at about 15 years old. She's buried in my current back yard.
Right now, I like to hang out with my friends, be outside and enjoy the weather. The fall and winter are coming and it's my favorite time of year. I enjoy expressing myself through music, I sing and scream for a band called Aid & Abet. We've had a lot of roster problems but we're going to go places. I like to strive to be the best I can be, and that comes with being slightly full of pride. Though, I get along with people.
Art, for me should realistically or fantastically exemplify what the person is thinking. It's a representation of someone's inner ideas and an outlet of expression. Art to me is any form of inner monologue or fantasy put to paper or another medium.
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