Last time my Aunt K came to visit she brought this with her.
My aunt K is the kind of aunt who saves and archives things like old photographs, art projects and inspiring drawings from her children and artistically delusional niece, puts them in file folders and dates the back.
That’s how I know this was from 1992-1993. Because Aunt K wrote it in pencil on the back right corner to remind me how brilliant I was when I was 8 years old.
Like this shirt.
Now, I feel like I should comment here, let you know that the ukelele hanging out by that hat is actually supposed to be a guitar, but the size of that hat and lack of horse feet probably indicates I had a little to learn about proportions and gravity.
But this drawing reminds me of a time in my life when I really believed that I could be anything, and a gifted artist was one of these things.
An olympic figure skater, a talk show host, a rodeo queen/Miss America, a veterinarian horse whisperer, novelist and famous singer like Reba McEntire were some of the other things.
Turns out I may have hit my artistic peak at 8 years old.
Same goes with the figure skating thing.
But I hung that picture on my fridge anyway, because it reminds me of my Aunt K and that little girl who believed she would cherish this magnificent piece of art forever and ever.
And it turns out I was right about some things.
Peace, Love and Precious Childhood Delusions,