My first camera was a Kodak Instamatic. As soon as I got it I rounded up a couple of friends and we rode our bikes out to the airport to take some pictures of airplanes taking off and landing. It was a small town airstrip. We sat in the grass beyond the runway outside the barbed wire and shot a roll of film. Most of the photos were blue, uniform blue-not a cloud in the sky. In some of the pictures you can see a tiny airplane in the sea of blue. I accidentally clicked the shutter of the camera and took a picture of my Hang Ten socks and Keds. It ended up being the most interesting picture on the whole roll as compared to the other slides of blue nothingness.
Finally broke out of finger paints & crayons and into 3D. A pinecone spray painted gold then stuck in the bottom of a milk carton with some plaster. A little glue, glitter, tinsel and ornaments and you've got a holiday gift for the parents.
When I was 4 I illustrated and wrote a book (a teacher's aide had to do the writing, but make no mistake, I was the brains behind it).