I started drawing when I was 3 with a 'How to Draw Garfield' instruction manual and never stopped. I spent a good part of my time drawing, doodling, put a pencil in my hand I would start drawing whatever sprung to mind. Most of it was anime bullshit because I was a child in the late 90's, early 00's, but still. I loved drawing and sketching.

That mostly changed in high school when I had a teacher who told me that I no talent, no ability to draw, that everything I drew and sketched was worthless, and that my portfolio wasn't strong enough to move onto the next level of drawing classes in high school. My self-confidence was pretty much shattered. After that class I took a lot of different art classes, even some acting classes, to try and find some manner of creative expression that I could feel comfortable with. I had these big dreams of getting better and better at art and being an artist one day, but that dream was completely destroyed.

I would never claim that I was great at art, but I enjoyed it up until then. These days, even 15 years later, it's hard to look at anything I create as good. Maybe I'm just too sensitive.