Personal Narrative- Using Art to Escape Boredom Essay -- Personal Narr

Quite often different people I come across commend me on my creative ability to draw and paint. The observers comments usually include the question Where did you learn how to draw like that? I normally tell them some generic respond like a lot of practice, but truthfully my response should be in my miserably boring childhood. However I usually refrain from creation that honest to either avoid a weird look or to avoid a lengthy explanation like the one that follows. Compared to some of the grievous stories of child abuse Ive heard, my childhood was a Walt Disney fairytale, but in my own eyes I was an unhappy kid. I was born in 1972, which is the Chinese social class of the Rat (the rats Chinese characteristic is to scavenge for survival, which is besides a part of my personality). From old pictures, my fragmented memories, and tales told by my grandma Mildred, I was close to my parents during my first sise or seven years, especially my dad. My dad, Richard, was em ployed straight out of college as an Aerospace engineer with the Logicon Corporation (where he still works to day). He married my mom, Loretta, (who also became an Aerospace engineer for Logicon) seven years before I was born. My parents fought almost every night as far back as I can remember, and I can still recall covering my ears with a pillow to escape their bickering. Ive always sort of believed that it was my moms fault, possibly because her voice was always the loudest screech I could hear. I know the blame should rest equally between them, but my mother was always so de mankindding and emotional while my dad was a quiet man who was able to control his anger unless really pushed. I think she was used to a lot of emotions in her past and would intentionall... ...e, I was already set into an marooned lifestyle. I could never get back to the family closeness I had felt as a small child, and since I never grew up with anyone I went to inculcate with, I didnt have much in commo n with them. Out of my well-developed personality as a loner I became a talented (so Im told) artist in an effort to self entertain and distract me from my lonely life. Although I never had any imaginary friends growing up, I did have an imaginary world, in which I built with Legos and drew with pictures. These imaginary worlds I escaped to from my boring (poor little rich girl) childhood, not only comforted me but allowed me to develop the creative skills prerequisite to be an artist. From some peoples definition my childhood may not have come close to miserable, but to a sheltered twelve-year-old there is nothing more(prenominal) miserable than being bored and alone.