Boudicca of Boudicca's Voice has a post on youthful artistry (part 2 here) that you can relate to if you have a son or if you used to by a boy yourself:

Day after day, I would receive picture after picture of stick figures, being eaten by sea serpents. They would be sitting on a boat deck and suddenly get eaten. Or there would be 10 – 20 of them holding hands on the bottom of the ocean and a great three (3) headed serpent would swoop down and eat them. It was graphic, for stick figure art. There was a lot of dismemberment with swirly blood floating in the ocean. The line of stick figures in the water? Oh some would be missing heads, while others were eaten in half. There were stick bodies floating in the water.

Despite what Sally suspected in the comments, I never really drew violent stick figure cartoons (or boobie pictures). Drawings just took too long to make, plus I had no artistic talent and I knew it. When I wanted to amuse myself, I looked at other people's drawings. That's what libraries are for.

However, I couldn't completely avoid art. Every grade school has art classes, and they were forever making you draw something. So I perfected one drawing to get the Creativity Gestapo off my back. Here it is:

Served me well in every art class from 1st through 6th grade, after which those sadistic sessions stopped being mandatory and I was at last freed from the torture of being creative.

But I guess Sally is right about me being a naughty boy, since I did have one all-purpose dirty picture that I drew. I'll put it in the extended entry, since it's technically not work safe.

Now you know why I usually borrowed Dad's Playboys instead.

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