When I was young, you could usually find me sitting at a table with a pencil, crayon, marker, or pen scrawling all over a sheet of paper with usually a whole mess of extra pages scattered around the table. Similar to most children, as a child I loved to draw. I’d almost anything and I’m sure they were pretty weird. It would be cool to go back and look at them. The only I remember drawing often was military battles between tanks, fighter jets, battleships, and submarines. That might seem weird to parents today, but I was a kid who grew up with two Grandfathers who served in World War II and the most popular cartoon was GI Joe. I might have had a hundred GI Joes with tanks, airplanes, and battleships.
I drew what I knew and liked so I drew epic battles between those four types of fighting machines. These drawing sessions also included the necessary sound effects which I’m sure embarrassed my Grandmother while I was drawing during Sunday mass.
The is that happy kids, happy people, don’t ignore obvious sources of fun. I didn’t ignore drawing as a kid. I don’t think I ignored any fun as a child, but as I became an adult I ignored fun everyday. I quit drawing because a elementary school teacher told me that the colorblind kid probably wouldn’t make a good artist. This was probably one of the worst decisions of my life.
Now, I’m back drawing. I drawing my old battle scenes on any scrap of paper I can find. I imagine most people wouldn’t call this art. Well, they’re probably right, but I don’t care. I enjoy my crappy drawings. I have fun with it and it allows me to play. I don’t spend as much time as I did as a child, but I try to complete my drawing a day. They’re simple, they can take as little as a minute.
I ignored sources of obvious fun for too long. I’m done playing that game. Now when my kids ask if I want to dance, go to the park, take a walk, or draw, I never hesitate to say, YES!