|May I have some feedback?|
|I am very surprised it came out so.... great!|
When my mom was about seven or eight months pregnant with me she was manger of a store. A guy who worked at her store who knew she was pregnant tried to bet her up. He was NOT my dad just to be clear. Anyways, the men in line and some of the employees helped her and through out the guy. I was fine and developed fine. Well i'm still a dork, but that an incurable disease. Also I had something that ran in the family
When I was a little girl I had eye problems. My eyes would cross and I would bump into things. So I went to the doctor. The doctor told my mom that for now I needed to wear a patch on my eye. I was teased and called names like pirate, or cyclops. Even though they were fable excuses for names they still hurt.
After a few months they doctors said I needed immediate surgery, or I would soon go blind. The surgery itself was extremely dangerous expectantly for the time period. The doctors were literary cutting open my eyes. My parents were very worried.
I had the surgery and it indeed was a success. I cried blood for a week and a half, however that was expected.
After that, I saw the world differently. I appreciated colors and life more and with that my eye for art increased as did my vocabulary. These experiences are the main reasons I love art and life. The main reasons I am on here. The main reasons I am an artist.
Current Residence: San Francisco
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