Absolutely... I grew up in Pensacola Florida, and there was an old clay pit about a mile from our house. I use to go there and pick up dried slabs of clay, then carve with a knife all kinds of designs and drawings into the face. I was constantly drawing from the age of five. By the time I hit elementary school, I learned to knit on the way to school in the back of the bus, and then I'd sell my creations to the other kids. My first business you could say. I hand drew posters and book covers and sold them to the other kids. I also carved rubber erasers into cars with a razor blade. Used staples for the wheels and would draw racing stripes on them with a pen.
My father had a construction company and would bring home leftovers of aluminum siding and I would build boats from it using tin snips, screws, and caulking. I use to build giant kites from visqueen plastic he had for tarps. I thought a clear see through kites were cool when it was lightening out. I didn't know about Benjamin Franklin at the time.
My grandmother lived down the street and taught me how to paint with oils. I won every art contest in school except for one. A third grade teacher accused my of not painting a submission I entered once, she said it was too good for a kid my age. Man I was pissed off at that bitch. Well I guess that's why she was a teacher and not an artist.
All of that creativity carried me through my entire life, even more so today. The best thing it taught me was problem solving which I use every day.
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