Memory Bottle Opener

The memory I would bottle up, would be the memory of when my Papa took me to my very first art museum, about two years before he passed away because of brain cancer. I would be able to open that memory whenever i needed it most, because my Papa was a piece of me. He was my role model and he is were I got all my smarts from. He may not be my blood Papa, but he was my Papa.

It was about a month into summer vacation and my Papa knew how much I loved art. He decided to take me to my very first art museum. When I went there i was flabbergasted at all of the wonderful sights. I saw so many art pieces and just couldn't believe my eyes. I wasn't my normal chatter-boxy self after that, only because i was too busy reading the descriptions of the arts. After that, I have been drawing a lot more, and reading more about artists. Because of my Papa,I would have never of became the artist I am today.

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