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Personal Narrative: The Flintstones
I remember when I was a kid I loved to watch “The Flintstones”. These cartoons were the beginning of my passion for drawing as I would draw them over and over. Naturally, these drawings improved and my family began to take notice, but my grandmother was the one who recognized the passion and pushed me to pursue this newfound love. I am very grateful for her support and motivation because without her I would not be here in this new phase of my life, and I keep pushing myself further each day.
Now, years of hard work and struggles I have I’m specialized in 3D environments and textures (both hands painted and realistic). The idea of being able to create a new world full of magic and life within a 3d program is extremely fulfilling. Perhaps it

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