I have a lot of favorite hobbies. I love to read, I love to ride a bike, and I really like the story. But my most important hobby is drawing. I started drawing when I was still small. Mom and dad often gave me markers of different colors, colored pencils and beautiful, snow-white drawing paper. I liked to paint on a clean sheet something beautiful, plants, animals, and sometimes people. Therefore, I often made postcards for my mom and dad myself. However, my first drawings were not the best. Something turned out crooked, something did not work at all. But I always continued to draw. Now, I think I draw very well.
My works hang on the walls in my room. I often send my creations to children’s drawing contests and often get diplomas and prizes. Moreover, I go to art school. I really like it there. The art school has a real atmosphere of craftsmanship and creativity. We usually paint still lifes, sometimes people.
In the summer, we go to the open air and draw nature, flowers, forests, trees, houses. Now my drawings are pretty good. But someday I want to learn how to paint like the great Russian artists I.Shishkin, I.Aivazovsky and K. Bryullov! I’m sure I can draw even better if I try.
Listening to Music
Listening to music has always been my go to activity for all occasions. My love for music can be traced back to when I was a child. There are recorded videos of me as a child becoming hyperactive whenever music was played. I would run to the stereo, turn on the music to full volume and start running around dancing. Anyone who dared touch the sound system would face my wrath. Music was the only thing that could calm me down whenever I cried.
I always have this weird feeling that my destiny is somehow intertwined with music. In my early teenage years, my girlfriends and I would sneak into the garage, where my brother and his band mates kept their musical equipment. Then, we would pluck guitar strings and knock the drums in an effort to compose our favorite songs. I was the lead singer by the way.
Unfortunately for my brother and I, nothing much came out of the practice. It was not just me and my brother, music runs in the whole family. I remember vividly on Friday nights, we used to do karaoke sessions where everyone took turns to sing a song, including our parents. We had these sessions recorded and then sent to our neighbors for analysis.
The winner would get a prize, bought from our individual savings. We saved money on a weekly basis purely for the competition. Needless to say, we were the creepy neighbors next door, but that did not stop me from claiming most of the prizes. Eventually, we outgrew the karaoke sessions and now, I mostly do the listening rather than the singing.
Music gives me the needed refuge whenever I feel like my head is spinning and I just want to shut out everything around me. The good thing about music is that there is music for every occasion and feeling. Whenever I feel depressed, I listen to sad songs. They guide me and keep me company during those trying moments. Whenever I’m happy, I have a collection of party songs that I dance to for hours to amplify the good feeling. The beauty of music is that it can be incorporated with other hobbies. For instance, I love reading a good book, as nice orchestra music is playing in the background.
Another good thing about music is that it is universal. You do not have to understand what the musician is saying for you enjoy it. If it makes you feel good, then it is worth listening to it. I’m naturally open minded when it comes to music. I have an extensive collection of music that transcends across many genres all over the globe. It wouldn’t come as a surprise therefore to find several African songs in my phone that I really rock with and have no idea what they are talking about. However, I connect more with Country and Rock
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