Personal Narrative: Drawing Picture Of Bees

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When I was a little kid I use to like to draw pictures of people and nature with crayons.I am still focused on drawing today and really happy I get to express myself that way.School is tough for me and it's nice to have something that is a little more easy for me to do.One summer I decided I would like to draw bees on a honeycomb.I have been fascinated by how bees can create a masterpiece like that.I grab my colored pencils and a drawing tablet.I find a picture of bees and another picture of Honeycombs.As i begin i look at the shape of the honeycombs and sketch them with a graphite pencil.I feel like a bowl of icecream,sweet because i am happy to start and sturdy because i am willing to put in time and effort.

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