My Dad is a potter. I started playing in mud at a very young age thanks to him. When I was big enough to sit at the wheel, I learned how to throw.
It wasn't until after college that I really started getting into pottery. I started throwing more and realized how much I loved clay. Then I got more involved in the local art community and realized I could make this more than a hobby.
I am doing what I love, I live in a place that I love, with people whom I love. How lucky can I be?