While my mother was going through some boxes that have been cluttering the house, she pulled a few items for my brother and me to go through. As I went through the box set aside, I found a large yellow sketchpad, and I was pleased to see it was one of my old sketchbooks, specifically from when I was around fourteen years old. Then I looked through it and realized how bad my art was then. There are a few pieces in it that indicate promise, but I had not really learned how to loosen up with the pencil, nor things like proportion and applied perspective. Below is a sample of pages I decided to scan and share, mostly to show how far I actually have come.