The very first shapes are always memorable.
As soon as Uzair got hold of pencil in his hand, he did what every other 3-year old would love to do: drawing whatever comes to their fresh little minds and considering it as their greatest acheivement.
And honestly speaking, I believe they are right because what they draw is the output of their innocent mind, something as fresh as a blooming flower. And this makes a piece of paper with random shapes drawn all over it something truly special.
This is my entry for Debbie Smyth’s One Word Sunday: Shapes