At Lila Newcomb's kindergarten, I colored a birthday cake solid black, much to my mother's concern. She thought I must have a dark psyche since other cakes had been colored in pastels with flower decorations. I explained to her that the cake was chocolate.
Grade school teachers and my Public School Art professor confirmed my lack of artistic ability. No one was surprised when I changed my elementary education major after one semester.
Ability, the lack thereof, has not kept me from attempts at artistic endeavors. I can see the beautiful end result in my imagination, but I can not make my arm, hand, and fingers cooperate.
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