My Jennarational Story...
It all began when I was eight years old. My Mom sent me outside one afternoon during perfect snowman making weather at our home in Niagara Falls, New York. She wrapped me up in warm clothing and armed me with spray bottles filled with water, blue and pink food coloring. I was awe struck by the fact that I could paint our whole front yard blue and pink. I decided I would make the best snowman ever. Sure enough, my blue and pink snowman stood out vivdly amongst the perfectly manicured homes on Katherine Drive.
The day I stood in front of my house painting my snow covered lawn blue and pink, will forever remain imprinted in my mind. It was the day that my mother gave me creative freedom. It was the day that I truly began to explore my own creative potential. It was the day that I knew I wanted to do something REALLY FUN for the rest of my life. Right there, covered in blue and pink, there was no turning back I would always ask myself "what if."
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The day I stood in front of my house painting my snow covered lawn blue and pink, will forever remain imprinted in my mind. It was the day that my mother gave me creative freedom. It was the day that I truly began to explore my own creative potential. It was the day that I knew I wanted to do something REALLY FUN for the rest of my life. Right there, covered in blue and pink, there was no turning back I would always ask myself "what if."
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Where it began...
Outside of a big blue house, I stood armed with a vision of blue and pink. Now I stand in front of that very same house armed with "what if's."