According to the scrapbook my mother made of my childhood (yes, I'm the eldest daughter) I just "couldn't get enough" of art class. From after school print and ceramics classes to begging the local craft store to let me participate in adult classes at age 8 and spending all of my free time at the easel, I think it's plain to see that she wasn't exaggerating. Sadly, as I got older and became more involved in sports and music, my commitment to visual arts slipped away. Now, in my senior year of college, I'm hoping to reclaim this loss. Like the tumblr post says, your twenties are for reclaiming the things you loved in your 10s. I refuse to forget this part of me for any longer.