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When I was a kid, I used to draw figures on empty toilet paper rolls with markers. I was around five years old, and I can’t remember how and why it started. Then, for some reason, I began to collect them. I searched every bathroom, starting at my home, family members’ bathrooms, restaurant’s bathrooms, store’s bathrooms. Anywhere where I went… A little weird, heh? Every time I got a new roll, I came back to my room and painted something on them. I drew all kinds of shapes, color combinations, and styles on the brown cardboard. I don’t know where I found the inspiration. Each final piece had a special meaning I can’t describe. I guess I was born a collector and an artist.
My collection grew, and my mom and dad started to notice. What was going on? Was his young child an artist? Should they encourage me to continue? I think they didn’t know what to do. I remember my grandma fueled my little hobby. She stored the toilet paper rolls from her home, so she had five to ten waiting every time I visited. She wanted me to follow my passion.
I can’t recall the details, but at some point, this stopped. We moved to a new apartment, and my vast toilet paper rolls collection didn’t come with us (I had over 200 rolls at that point). Although my parents encouraged me at first, something happened after. Deep inside, I believe they were afraid I continued this artists and creator path. Both of…
