I'm really not sure why I stopped entirely. Growing up, I was repeatedly told drawing was a waste of time. I am bright intellectually, and part of my mother's mental illness and her set of delusions is that God has/had some huge purpose for me in life. Anything that wasn't intellectual was a "waste of [my] brain." I took some art courses in college, but finally allowed myself to be browbeaten into quitting. I kept drawing and sculpting though, until a few years after I was married. I really don't know why I quit. Maybe it was taking time away from my children, and I felt guilty about that? Maybe that's why the only drawings I have done have been for the kids? I've only done drawings of our horses for my nieces, a sculpture of a dragon for my son, a clay teddy bear for my daughter, etc. Hmm. I guess I need to think about that more.