Taking my weekly walks to the units house, just chilling, walking up and down the stairs aimlessly; I came across an art piece I created in 9th grade art class. It actually was a pain in the caboose to make. I had to use a sharp tool, and I kept hurting/poking myself with it. On a lighter note, funnily, it’s a picture of a kitty with a fish bowl. Later on, who knew I would have owned a kitty of my own?!