Umbrella story

The day at library made me remember something in my childhood

My 2nd car accident

When I was 14 years old, I insisted to my father that I'm old enough to learn how to drive.

We went to our small village aerport parking lot to practice. He put the car in a corner, in order for me not to worry about turnings and curves.

The problem was that the parking lot was elevated from the surroundings, and I still had problems to differenciate the first and reverse gear, and also to coordinate my foot between the break and gas pedals while panicking.

After this first lesson, my older brother was put in charge...

Khal Drogo dragon tatoo

Once, a very dear friend of mine asked me to draw a tatoo to put on his back.

The drawing was to be a dragon, with a range of symbologies he explained me in detail.

It had to cover his entire back to mean protection. It had to hold in one hand his soul, and I had to include the first letter of his name, a sword of a guardian saint (who's name I don't remember), an open infinite sign, and so on.

With a big piece of paper on his back, I drew in situ the tatoo, according to his instructions. After finishing the scketch, I took a photo and vectorized it in Adobe Illustrator. You can see it here

This story came to my mind because I watched, during these last hollidays, the first season of Game of Thrones, and loved it.

Since he never actually made the tatoo, I decided to draw him with the tatoo, in Khal Drogo style, in order to see how it would look like.

My 1st car accident

When I was 8 years old, a friend of my father left his car in our garage.

My friend, who's father was a truck driver, told me he knew how to drive.

We secretly took the car keys, and my friend showed me how he could drive the car back and forward.

I couldn't admit that he, which is a year younger than me, could do something I can't, so I also tryed to drive it.

But, pushing down the gearstick to reverse was too much of an effort for my little hands...

After hitting the car bumper against the garage wall, me and my friend spent a good couple of hours trying to put it back, and hide the scratches.

My father never knew.