I was interested in reading comics and watching cartoon filmswhen I was little. Doraemon, Snoopy, and Winnie the Pooh weremy favorite. I loved these characters very much and enjoyeddrawing pictures of them.My family would give me compliments on my paintingbecause I was still five years old at that time. Their nice wordsmade me believe that I might have a talent for drawing. Being anartist and working at Disney have then become my dreams.However, I did not go to any painting classes even though myparents wanted me to. When I got older, I decided that it was timeto learn how to paint and draw. So, I took beginner’s art lessonswhen I was in high school.As a beginner, I found it enjoyable to create my own paintings.I hang some of them on the wall in my living room. They lookedperfect when they were put in a frame, and I felt proud.Later that year, my cousin, who was an artist himself, visitedme for my birthday. When I led him to the living room, he asked“Where did you get those paintings on the wall?”“I drew them myself,” I answered shyly, waiting for thecomments he made.“Oh, that’s good,” he said. “I am glad that you did not buythem.”