I grew up in Kaysville, Utah with two older sisters, one older brother and a younger brother. Like many children I was fascinated with drawing pictures. Things like trucks, dinosaurs, airplanes and monsters were favorites of mine. One day my mother was preparing to go to the store after a long morning of painting the walls. She called for me to come and get ready, as I was in the other room. I replied “Just a minute, Mom, I’m not finished yet.” My mother came into the living room to see what I was up to. There I was holding a black permanent ma. . .