I will never forget the Art Festival in my high school. When I won big prize, all my classmates think I'm talented in painting. However, when I was in primary school, I did not like art lessons I couldn't draw very well. In fact, my drawings were much worse than most of my (classmate). One day, while I was (play) with some paint, Ms. Smith's class began. I mixed the paint with water as usual. As I took the brush away, I (drop) the paint onto the paper. Looking at the mark, I decided to blow it. The paint began to run, and I blew even (hard). The paint ran in all directions (quick) and made an interesting picture. Ms. Smith came to my desk to have a look. a smile on her face, she said, "It's a very good picture, Sandy." That was the (one) praise I had ever received in art. She encouraged me to keep trying and I made a lot of wonderful pictures with (she) help. Since then, I have become crazy about crayons and paint. I enjoy myself in the world of colors every time I paint.
