It wasn't that I didn't want to help animals any longer nor that I had lost my love for the creatures. I very much still loved animals , but my world was now wider. I had been introduced to new writers who did not fit the norms of narration such as Pseudonymous Bosch, who remains one of my favorite authors to date. Writers like his made the reader feel as if they were a part of the adventure. The Lemony Snicket approach to telling the story and the direct speaking to the audience made you feel like you were a part of the novel’s secret and not just peering into their world. I had also gotten my first taste of leadership and a peek at what college would look like with programs in school where we got to organize events and visit new and exciting schools. In those two short years, I learned much about who I was and what kinds of things peaked my interests. The eighth grade was when my enthusiasm for drawing and art began to really take root. I had begun to watch a lot more animated shows and thought that perhaps I could be like that; a visual story teller or one of the great artists that people pay to go to museums with their work in it. I did not linger long on this because I was not ken on how much work really went into art. My love for it in others never faded