I have been in love with drawing and reading since I was little. And I consider them my favorite hobbies. The first time I drew was long ago when I was four years old. Back then, I was drawing random lines with no meaning. And after I got a little older and my passion for drawing had appeared, I started drawing things more clearly, you know — for example, a flower, a car, the sun, a tree, people, houses. After my passion for drawing became apparent to mom and dad, they encouraged me so much. They bought me color pencils and paper to draw on. And they’d say “well done” to me whenever I drew anything. I grew up, and my hobby of drawing grew with me. I wanted to improve my drawing skills, so I drew more often for practice. And indeed, my drawing skills improved so much. To be honest, I was very happy because my hard work paid off. And I felt that anyone can really achieve anything as long as he has hope and tries time after time without despair. Let’s talk about my hobby of reading now. This hobby started a little later than my hobby of drawing. It started when I was 11 years old. Back then, I went to the school library to read tales and stories. But when I grew up, I started to read in more various fields. For example, I was reading scientific, historical, religious, and sometimes philosophy books. I was reading detective novels and science fiction novels. Every book or novel I read affects me and also shapes a part of my personality and my way of thinking. To sum up, reading opened my mind, enlightened my soul, increased my knowledge, and it taught me a lot about the world, and about myself.