I was seven years old.
I showed Mom the sketch, expecting her to ship it off immediately to a museum and for the money to start rolling in, but all she told me was that I had inherited Cha Cha's art gift. I stormed off. I didn't need to take this. I was a real artist, and I didn't care if she didn't care. So for the next week I painted and sketched and painted anytime, anywhere, every minute of every day.
My Mother finally snapped when I went too far.MOM: Sweetie, just because Cha Cha is gone doesn't mean you have to carry on her tradition just because you've inherited her talent for drawing.
ME: Yes, it kinda does.
MOM: Sweetie, maybe you should take a break. You're drawing too much. I'm not saying you should give it up entirely, but there are other activities in life. Reading a book, writing a story...
ME: Drawing pictures to help tell the story...
MOM: Honey. It's embarrassing how you draw certain things. Maybe you should take up fiction drawing.
MOM: Yes. Untrue things. Such as unicorns...
ME: UNICORNS ARE REAL!!!!
MOM: Okay... bad example. But you can draw pigs with wings...or flying cars... basically anything not real. I have to go to work. Think about what I said.
And I did. When she came home she saw me.MOM: It's a story based on a adventure you had when you were little.
ME: Except for the parts I made up to make it more interesting. I also added little pictures that show what's going on.
MOM: I see. Hey!! Oh my goodness! You should keep a blog!
ME: What's a blog?
MOM: It's where you can show almost everybody in the world what's going on and stuff. Come on, I'll show you.
And thus, the blog of the century was born.