Personal Narrative I Daydreamed - 1145 Words

I can describe my identity as a Venn diagram, with one circle representing who I think I am and the other representing who I actually am. Where the two circles overlap is my definite identity of today. In that space, I know I am imaginative, I like writing, I’m artistic, I’m confident in my skills, and I want to become a better person. Specific objects, people, and events, such as the Percy Jackson series, my fifth-grade teacher, my first sketchbook, Elementary All-County, and a three-day art camp, helped me discover and recognize these characteristics of myself. When I was in fourth grade, I loved to read. I’d go through four books a week, finishing a book in two days. My favorite books at that time were undeniably the Percy Jackson and†¦show more content†¦So, I started writing my own stories. I took the millions of ideas inside my head and wrote them all out on paper, forming paragraphs of mostly coherent and low-key angsty sentences. I rarely finished any of these stories, but I needed to let them out. As I let out these stories, I got better and better at writing and I started developing and changing my stories more and more. I wrote because I liked my stories, and because I liked writing. When I wrote, I could spread ideas in a way that was so much easier that telling someone. I didn’t write for a grade or because of an assignment, but instead for myself. I doubt I ever would’ve done that if my fifth-grade teacher wasn’t Mr. L. My first official sketchbook was from my friend’s birthday party. Being the amazing person that she was and still is, she made each of us favor baskets. Inside each basket was a 6-inch by 8-inch fifty-sheet sketchbook. Before, I’d only drawn in a common composition notebook, but now I was working in the â€Å"professionals’ zone†. I couldn’t waste any of this fancy drawing paper. Each page would be filled with my masterpiece of the day, displaying an off-proportion, badly-shaded, front view of an emotionless face. Looking back on these â€Å"masterpieces,† they were really bad. But that’s why I kept drawing! Because they sucked! That’s why when I ran out of pages to artistically vomit on, I bought a new, fancy, 9-inch by 12-inch one-hundred-page sketchbook. So, I drew more and more and