In my school time I went in art school. It was wonderful time, I enjoyed collecting sketchbooks, paints and pencils and run on my favourite activities. I don’t remember, that I missing at least 1 class in 4 years. I had no thoughts about the fact that I was taught something unnecessary, whether it's drawing, painting or composition, it doesn't matter, it was always interesting and exciting. One of my favourite lessons- history of art. I had teacher from God. Nobody in my life tell story like she, the teacher could fall in love with any of the famous paintings when she simply described them. So I even now remember almost all the names of the paintings and their stories that we studied. Sometimes I look for paintings from different eras and admire them. It reminds me of those happy moments from my childhood