So my grandmother was a nurse and while she was working at a hospital, a Disney artist happened to be her patient. As a thank you, he gave her this drawing of Mickey Mouse, which she gave it to my mom. So fast forward to when I was 7 years old (I am 37 now) I found the drawing in my parents room and had the bright idea that it needed some colors. So I got my colored pencils and colored it in. I was so proud of my work that I ran downstairs to show her. She was so mad at me. She grounded me for a week. So fast forward to last year, when my ex wife and separated and I moved into my new condo. My parents showed to bring me some stuff for my new place my mom presented me with the Mickey Mouse drawing that I had ruined. She had it framed for me. Ow it’s hanging in my new condo. It’s amazing that she took a horrible memory and made it funny by doing this
