At camp that day, we were doing a project called “self definition and symbolizationâ€? watercolor paintings. We weren’t meant to pay fine attention to detail, and we could use other forms of mixed media to enhance the effect of our paintings. All in all, it was meant to be a sort of abstract piece of art. When I heard the mention of symbolization, I remembered the time all of those years ago when I had a similar assignment for school. It was to write a poem, and I chose a rainbow. A rainbow. It had been a while since I had seen one.
Now, I knew what I would draw. I recalled the poster I had created several months ago, and I realized how much it summed up. Of course, it had a rainbow on it, with many people standing underneath. Two of those people were meant to symbolize my father and me, but then my mind reeled to a surprising reminiscence. There was also a boy standing beside me. My recollection was accurate – I had spent the longest time drawing him.