I remember it like yesteryear. I was in the social room at Mema and Grandpa's one spring day in Minnesota with a pencil and my tracing books. I was probably five or six. For some reason the time had come to stop tracing over bugs bunny and instead I drew him free hand on a piece of lined paper. I went and showed Mema when I was done and she almost hit the roof. She couldn't believe I did it so she asked me to do it again in front of her. When mom came to pick us up she handed her the drawings and said something about getting me into art classes right away. That moment will always be there until the lights go out. It was that important, so when Evan showed me the drawing of the snail, at THREE YEARS OLD!! I wasn't faking any surprise, a true 'holy shit!' moment. But thanks to the memory of Mema's reaction I knew exactly how important to the make the memory for this young artist. Thanks to all you Grandma's gettin' it done!
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