…in the wide open plains west of Kansas City, there was a boy named Matthew who loved to draw. He drew animals and people and houses and clouds in the sky. He drew himself a whole world of color and adventure. Then, one fine day, he stopped so quickly that his paints and pencils went flying through the air. Nobody knew why he stopped making art, and to this day even Matthew himself doesn’t know. All he knows is that a few years ago, he started again. He gathered his paints and pencils, and he began to draw and paint until he was back in that wonderful world he had created for himself. But he realized he was lonely in this world. So, with a deep breath, he opened up the door to this world. He began to let people in, just like you. Now, you are a part of his story!