I can honestly say that the exposure I have to art mostly comes from my parents, who have always encouraged my interest in the arts. My dad has always loved photography, and has never treated it as just a hobby. I remember when he would go outside looking for inspiration, and how personal an experience it seemed, even when I was with him. I always wanted to find my own medium of expression. Both of my parents took me to museums at an early age. My mom did not make art like my dad, but she loved immersing herself in it. She opened up my mind to experience. Now, I can easily go to a museum on my own. My love for writing, however, comes from my passion for reading. I do not know how or when I started reading so much, but I have loved it since I was a little girl. Even now when there is less time for my hobby, hardly anything compares to the happiness of finding a really amazing book.