I need help writing this into an essay. It's a memoir and I'm not so good at writing them. I found an old photograph where I was drawing a picture. The person who took the photo was my dad, and I (the little artist) was drawing characters. I've been drawing ever since I can remember. I loved it then I love art now. The photo was taken when I was eight years old and I asked my dad about that day because I couldn't remember what I was doing. He told me it was a project I had been working on for weeks, and that he practically had to drag me away to get me to take a break. To this day that is something that happens, if I have a project I do my best to finish it. This tells me that I can be determined as a person and that I can be creative. Being a creative person and working on projects before a deadline makes me have a big imagination over everything I do.