As a child, I could "draw" - sure I could - bunnies and cats and houses. Especially houses with windows and smoke rising from a crooked chimney. My grandmother provided scrap paper and crayons for me. I come from a family of "drawers" on both sides, so I must have been a great disappointment in that area!

As I grew older, I began to realize that my talent peaked with the houses and the trees. No sketches of lovers or anything else for that matter. To this day I would never be able to get down onto paper anything beyond a house with a crooked chimney and a tree outside with a stick-figure cat in the branches.