When I finished fourth grade, my family and I drove to the Grand Canyon. We also went to Dead Horse Park, Utah, Nevada, The Great Dam, and many other places. Of all the places we visited, the Grand Canyon was the best. It was so fun to see it with our own eyes. Red, brown, yellow, and orange were in streaks along its walls. You could see green-brown ferns dotted along the cracks. The canyon was so deep that the bottom was blurry. When we went to Dead Horse Park, it was breathtaking. You could see how the ocean affected it millions of years ago. The brown rock rolled in waves across the ground, and the rock wall were in solid blocks of layers like a Minecraft mountain. One of our stops was the Hoover Dam in Utah. When we stepped out of the car, it was like an oven, seriously. It was 101 degrees, but it felt like 150! After we got out of our car, we barely made it from heat exhaustion to the edge where we saw the glistening water ripple in the sun. I was told that no-one had ever survived if they fell in, but I wanted to jump in so badly because my skin was baking!
This may not seem like a small moment, (in fact, it sounds like a big moment), but that was the place where I discovered my love for drawing. We drove for an hour everyday to get to the national parks, and it was super boring. If I looked at my iPad for a minute I would feel like throwing up. So, I tried drawing. In fourth grade we got a purple book that we never used, (seriously, every page was blank). I brought that with me on the trip along with a pencil case full of pencils, sharpeners, erasers, and colored pencils. While we were on the trip, I would draw Minecraft creatures since Minecraft was still a thing. At our hotel rooms, when we couldn’t sleep, we would draw people fighting each other while watching TV. At the start of the week, I drew very badly, and spent an hour on a pathetic drawing I could now do in ten minutes. But by the end of the week, I was still not good. I did get better though. But when I was drawing, my brain clicked like helmet straps. I realized this is what I wanted to do. I loved, loved, loved, LOVED drawing, and I wanted to do that for the rest of my life.
Without that trip, I would probably be loving something else. Maybe soccer or baking. I do like singing, but my destiny is drawing. I was so glad I could go on that trip, and even if I still liked drawing, I wouldn’t be as good as it. People say that your able to learn something better if your young, and that’s true for me because since I loved drawing so much, I took many classes at a young age. I’m happy about that because that means I can be good at my passion.