posted on Oct, 31 2014 @ 02:39 AM
a reply to: Night Star
Alright,I will tell you about my experience with clay. Its a funny story from years ago.
I was in 7th grade art class and they shoved 4 desks together so they were facing each other and we were in 'groups'. This guy that sat across from
me I'll call "Bob", used to tease me without end. We would end up in arguments from it. It all came to a head one day in art class when Bob,wouldnt
leave me alone. I was working with my clay trying to make a vase for my mother,and he was making a clay watering pot for his. Now mind you Bob had
done a wonderful job on his,and mine wasn't too shabby either. But during the argument I ended up putting my fist through Bob's watering pot. Yeah I
know,it was a mean thing to do. But I was 12 and feeling my oats and wanted to end the fight with Bob.
Anyway, he had this really sad look on his face,and then I felt bad about the whole thing. Then he smashed my vase. The clay flew. The teacher had to
finally break us up. I turned to Bob and said ( I had been calling his watering pot a stomach due to its shape)"aww,Bob has an upset stomach!" Okay
I was a bitch I know. But it was funny at the time.
Anyway,Bob redoubled his efforts and made the watering pot all over again. I don't think he ever forgave me for that. I just said the heck with it to
myself and threw a simple half formed little pot together and that was it.
I still have my little pot,and you would never guess that I made it after I made a cat out of clay when I was 6. The cat looked by far better,lol.
Anyway,I guess I got turned off by clay after that,though I have at times thought of doing it again.