As she grew older, her 5th grade teacher told her that she should outline everything she drew in black to make it look better. DD resented the teacher fooling around with her pictures, but she knew better than to say so.
DD got older and was asked what she wanted to do with her life. She remembered a drawing she had made when she was ten, it was of a horse drawn cart full of easels and art supplies so that she could go around as a traveling artist.
But she was older now and knew that was a silly dream.
"I want to be a graphic artist," she answered because at least it was some kind of artist.
Her art teacher told her that all graphic artists do is stick down other people's writings and pictures. She knew she didn't want to do that, but he didn't give her any other suggestions.
DD graduated high school with good marks. Her father suggested she become an engineer, like him. She would have liked to go to art school, but compromised with a fine arts major at a liberal arts college.
Many adventures, and a few men later, she apprenticed herself to a sign writer. He wasn't a very nice fellow, but she learned to paint signs and started a small business. More adventures and DD fell in love with an Australian man and went with him to Australia.
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