My First Drawing

I can recall my first drawing ever, and the entire process of drawing it. My sister who was 5 at the time came rushing in the front door, with a look of glimmer in her eyes the way a hero saunters into a saloon in a western film....door slamming behind her. I look up, 4 years old laying on my belly on the living room floor and playing with lincoln logs. She says she learned something really neat at school and does not wait for me to give my reactionary approval  as she scoots next to me on the floor and shoves a pencil in my hand and a puts paper on the floor. She asks that I follow what she draws on paper, I don't question...I just do it. Before I know it, I have this kick ass horse on paper. A freaking HORSE!! I do it again, this time I add more flair...I give the horse a horn and it's a Unicorn!! The hell with it, let's go all the way, because I am gangster like that....and I gave it wings too. My lincoln logs now become a distant memory and I embrace this new capability. It's a power trip really. To take a blank page and create something out of nothing was almost like magic to me.