I was the dumb kid that drew on everything. I fucking loved drawing. I drew on my bed sheets, on the walls, on furniture. My parents got me pen and paper and everything they did I was the happiest kid in the world. I loved fiction of all sorts too. The idea of creating fictional beautiful worlds enraptured me as a kid, I devoured books, comics, tv shows, anything, it was all fascinating to me. Real monsters, Aeon Flux, digimon, tiny toons, dexter's lab, Hey Arnold, Reboot. The Incal, Dr. Mortis, Asterix, Darkwing Duck, those old disney comics. I went to watch the old disney movies on the theaters too, it was so good. I got into videogames too, since that was like interacting end existing within those alternate places and it was pretty great. OCs i had by the millions, I wrote til my hand hurt, then drew until it hurt more. I never quite got good in my drawing skills, since i just doodled for myself and never to seek praise for my skill or composition, and it was all just for myself because I learned from a young age that not everyone shared the same obsession I had, or enjoyed the same things.
So I went to study Digital Animation, hoping I'd meet like minded invididuals who'd share the same passion, and to perfect my skills and perhaps earn a living doing what I liked to do (animation has never had a big field in this country, and this university was pioneer in the field, I think the first one to offer it). It was horrible, the teachers were self taught people from post production or architecture or art history or cinematography. And there was a total lack of coordination with them so they all had their own idea of what to demand or what to achieve. Some actually resented us because we had an opportunity they never did so actively sabotaged students while picking a handful of talents and steal them away to their own budding studios. It just ruined it all for me. I still really enjoy things, but I haven't drawn a single line since then, and it's been a decade.