I hit the parents jack-pot, they always gave me everything I needed to make whatever I wanted, including ideas. When I was younger, I never really understood the phrase, “I’m bored.” I remember it as a readily used, con-artist term to get your folks to take you to six-flags or the zoo. It never really worked in my family. If I used those terms I got sent to do something productive. Art classes took up my entire elective enrollment as a student. I never wanted to do the assignments if I felt like the finished product was going to be something that I didn’t want to display in my room or give it to someone as a gift. I was never short of art supplies, and if I did need something I just stole it from my brothers. It was as if the craft supplies were figured into the family budget.