I grew up with highly artistic family members. My sisters were drawing realistic dogs and cats- I mean REALISTIC, dogs and cats- before kindergarten. Around the age of ten, I mastered cute rows of flowers. It worked for me, it was the early 70’s, Flower Power was in.
In high school, I managed an “A for effort” in art by making a train engine out of slabs of clay. It was engineered beautifully. It looked like it was painted by a second-grader.
Good thing I got perfect scores on every math test, my mother wouldn’t have had a thing to put in the scrapbook with my sisters’ works of art….