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Monday, March 18, 2019

Human is a fallen God who remembers Heaven :: Personal Narrative Writing

Human is a fallen God who toy withs nirvanaRafal, why dont you enter in the conflict that I was talking about. I think you have a determine to win my teacher proposed. When I was in fifth grade in elementary rail I had my first chance to participate in an art contest. The name of the contest was spring, so kids had to run away or paint a picture that represents the ornament in the spring season. In school there were many kids who could draw and paint well. My friend Marcin very made better pictures then I did, so when I went home from school I didnt have fair to middling faith to even try. I didnt do anything about that building block day. The next day, I told my teacher that I was not going to participate because I did not feel same(p) I had a chance to win. At the end of the class, the teacher asked me to wait because she had something for me. That day I was truly surprised she gave me brand new paint and a couple of brushes from the school supplies and told me that I could borrow these tools to do the artwork for the contest. She also added that if I won I could keep these. She really empowered me to participate, and I realized that I had nothing to lose. Running, I took the shortest way home. I just couldnt wait to describe to my room and open the jars of paint. It wasnt difficult that I thought it would be. I really enjoyed painting and that was actually my first time I painted something. It seemed like I was painting before. The idea of the design came fast I imagine one of the artworks that hung on the wall in our art classroom. I dont remember the name of the artist, but the well-composed picture showed trees and a river in bright and lifelike colors. So, I tried to do a similar painting. My idea was to contact the river flow from one side of the paper to the other, with trees in front of the river and behind, and I added a house in the middle. It took me almost the whole afternoon and even out to finish this artwork and no one helped me. That was one of the happiest days of my life. I was very surprised what I had done.

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