‘Were going its Sunday’ Harry called’. I don’t like looking at art when I could be doing it myself. Mum always takes me and my brother harry to the gallery on a Sunday .When we arrived a lady at the counter looked down at me as if I was a tiny thing. ‘You don’t like art?’ she asked disapprovingly. How did she know it was all running through my mind is she an arty witch? . She showed me a room with hundreds of paints all the colours you could imagine the room was amazing! ‘ Paint your future’ she smiled.