I was only eight.
it was a typical day at home.
My mother put on
The Lion King.
I was watching, when something in me
snapped.
I suddenly was intrigued by
the movement, emotion, colors,
and just everything in general.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away
and for an ADD kid, that’s impressive.
When the movie finished
I asked my mother to put in the
second disc.
She did so with a confused
expression painted on her face.
I watched the screen until
a man come on the screen.
He was talking about
what he does and in the corner
there was his name and one other thing.
Main animator for scar.
I pointed to the screen,
looked back at my mother,
and told her something that sealed my fate.
That will be me someday.
