I learned how to paint minis in the basement of a hobby shop, basically as small town daycare while my mom worked on the floor above. My very first mini got put on display in that basement next to the work by the person who taught me. It was hilariously out of place. After college I was visiting again, like 10+ years later, it was still there proudly collecting dust. The guy who taught me had apparently recently died and they were going to put a bunch of the stuff in storage since the owner was having an emotionally difficult time seeing it all there. I managed to recover my mini just to be sure it didn't get lost with everything. Now I have it proudly displayed in my room. It's seen a lot of adventures