I will never forget the very moment that caused me to leave my gift（天赋） behind because I wanted the gift that my older sister Maria had.
My family was spending a week at the beach. One morning, Maria went to the beach early, but I stayed behind to finish a drawing of a seashell. After finishing the drawing, I walked to join Maria. She was a top gymnast（体操运动员）. Her show was perfect as she wheeled along the beach. The beauty of that sight made me excited, and I decided immediately that I too would become a gymnast like her.
I knew that I had never been very good at sports. However, when I told my parents I wanted to take a gymnastics class, they agreed with me in surprise. The next week, I went to a beginners' class.
If only my parents had told me this was a wrong decision! Five minutes into the first class, it was clear that I didn't have the gift of a gymnast. But I kept at it.
During this time, drawing and painting, which had been my two favorites, left my mind. It must have been hurting for my family as they watched my hopeless efforts. I blindly decided to be like Maria. I just would not give up.
At the same time, on the advice of Ms. White, my art teacher, I hurriedly handed in my seashell drawing for an art contest（比赛）in our town. One night as I was having a hard time practising, the phone rang. It was Ms. White. "Alice, you won the contest!" she said loudly.
"Really?" was all I could reply.
"Yes," Ms. White said. "They're going to give you a prize. And that's not all. The winner is also accepted into Wildale's Summer Fine Arts Institute." I couldn't believe what I heard. Only a handful of young artists were accepted each summer.
That night I didn't go back into the living room to continue practicing. Gymnastics was Maria's gift, not mine. It had taken me a while, but I realized that I had a gift of my own.
