My Flip Book Breakthrough

The year is 1978. I’m a kid looking for something to do on a hot summer day so I decide to snoop through the massive pile of junk that’s been in the garage since we moved. After a short while, I unearth a battered box containing hundreds of coaster-sized notepads for my dad’s construction company. I’m always short on drawing pads and these are perfect: white with no lines. I seize as many as I can carry and scurry off to my bedroom where I start sketching away. Somehow I discover that I can make my drawings move by flipping the pages. This new revelation is like hitting the lotto. For the rest of the summer, and for what turns out to be the rest of my life, I’m fascinated with not only making pretty pictures, but making them move.