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I enjoy doing lots of things, but my passions or hobbies are few and close to my heart.
For instance, I've been singing since the age of 2! My first song (and words for that matter!) were "oooh otawayta....oooh otawayta" (hahaha) haven't figured out what song that is? "Smooth Operator" by Sade! My mother said it was the first time she had ever heard me talk or even sing, not to mention that I was on key and in sync with the song! From then on I was a Prince, Beatles, Temptations and numerous other artists fan. I began singing in the church choir at six years old, and continued in various choirs through middle, high school and college years. Now that I'm done with schooling, I still sing in my present church's choir. I'm a first Soprano with a range far enough that I could sing baritone if needed. I've sung once for an outstanding crowd of 1800 people for our local minor league team the Dayton Dragons. That was after I auditioned (along with 900+ people) at the Dayton Mall while shoppers walked around or stopped and stared at goings on. It was probably one of the best things I ever did really; and it was for my grandmother. She just called me up one day and said get to the mall, you need to audition to sing for the baseball games! So that's how that happened. And like always, Nanan was right and I got in! I try not to do big things with my singing, I'm very shy to a point and get terrible jitters and stage fright. But on any given day, you could find me around my house or car, singing with my kids or just singing to myself. It's second nature and calms me. My mother said she could always tell when I was in a bad mood because my radio would be on at full blast but you couldn't hear anything from me. When I started to sing and turned the radio down she knew it was safe to enter. lol
My second passion, is my art. This too was a talent that was developed at a very young age. My mother was a teacher and therefore could not help herself when it came to making sure I was ready for kindergarten at the age of 3! I could write and spell my own name, and other words too. But the kicker that people always found hard to believe was that I could also write in cursive! My mom told me it was easy to teach me that because I loved making swirls and loops. She thought it would be nice to see if I could pick up on it and I did. She began teaching me to draw people, animals, buildings; she would draw them and I would copy them on my own paper. They were very simplistic so I took to it easily. After that, anything that caught my eye or I liked whether real (people or things) or art itself, I drew from sight. But this, like my singing, I'm very shy about and don't let others in too often. Even when I did, I'd create something for them so nice my mom would scold me when I just "gave" it to them. I always do my best work for someone I care about, and occasionally would do things for myself. I don't draw too often, because there is this feeling that has to be present in me for me to truly do my best. I say "I have to FEEL it". If I don't feel it, it won't turn out right. Which, understandably is why my best work is for others.
My writing is the same way. I have to "feel it". For ordinary things like writing essays in class, or poetry assignments I had not problem getting those things done quickly and done well. My teachers would comment that I had a way with words, or was a "chatty kathy" and they believed this was one of the things that made my writing so good. My poetry was sort of like my art but not. I could be anywhere and words would start swarming in my head about the scenery or something/one around me and I'd just reach for a pen and make art out of the situation. That too, was something I'd give away. Perfect strangers would have me, a shy girl/teen/woman, walking up to them handing
