Everyone likes horses! They have long, knobbly legs, and pretty manes and tales, and long snouts and you can ride them and feed them, and their ears are cute! They have hooves and long eyelashes!
They're not the coolest animals on the planet, but they're still pretty darn cool. That's like saying you don't like giraffes!
I actually don't remember refusing to do what the counselors said, but I do remember making unicorn-pegasi at every possible opportunity, and being crushed, CRUSHED, when someone told me I couldn't draw a unicorn pegasus for an assignment. I thought I usually went along with authority figures! Was I a more difficult kid than I thought?
I'm pretty sure I already knew there was a poem about unicorns by Shel Silverstein, because I really liked his poems back in the day. I only vaguely remember the whole ordeal, though. My unicorn was indeed hideous and it was about how unicorns were serious dumbasses who couldn't figure out it was in their best interests to get on the Ark.
We revolted, really? Are you sure that's what happened?
I'm pretty sure I went to art camps after that, though. I think. I know I went to some without you, but it's hard for me to remember if it was before or after the unicorn incident.
Let's see... I remember making a lot of hideous projects in art camp, like a horrible purple-and-pink paper mache fish, and a T-shirt with a poorly fabric-painted Oriole on it. I did manage to make a pretty cool blue pottery bowl, but most of my projects turned out pretty terrible. There was a parrot cup, and a mold of the head of Dr. Robotnik, and a ceramic TV with "I LOVE MOM" or something similar scrawled on it. Oh, and plenty of poorly-made unicorn pegasi, most of which were malformed or their wings or horns broke off during firing or later, so I'd try to glue the pieces back on with Elmer's glue.
My unicorn pegasi ended up looking more like bears with Apatasaur heads and weird Tinkerbell wings, because... I dunno, I guess I thought fairy wings were cooler than bird wings. It must have been my obsession with flutter ponies.
Hmm I only remember the one art camp. I remember my parents yelling at me because the counselors told them I wasn't cooperating, and they decided it was a waste of money and never sent me to another one, although my dad bought me some technique books one Christmas. Maybe it was just me causing trouble :(. That's less fun.
ReplyDeleteI don't know, I might have caused trouble if I was together with you. Still, a "waste of money"? We were like... elementary schoolers!
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