She rode in the back seat full of anticipation. The drive to her first art lesson with a grown up teacher seems to take forever. Her mom had found a teacher in a town not far from hers. It was just like magic the way Mom and Dad could do things for her. She was both nervous and thrilled. Would she be able to do the work that the teacher expected? Would she like her teacher? She checked her bag of art supplies again, going over each item. The brushes, oil paints, tiny bottle of solvent, a real canvas on a board and rag were all brand new. She stared at the blank canvas, imagining the painted scene as she rode along in the back seat.