A the summer i was ten, my mother decided to bring us to the world of art. my brother and i were not very excited when we realized what my mother meant. what she meant was not that we could take drawing classes or painting classes but that we would have to spend one afternoon a week with her at the fine arts museum. before each visit to the museum, she made us read about artists and painting styles风格. it was almost as bad as being in school. who wants to spend the summer thinking about artist when you could be with your friends at the swimming pool?
