Illustrating children's books was not among them. I was curious about a great deal, and thought maybe I would like to grow up to be an artist, but there were many other possibilities. You might not be surprised to hear that I was a kid who drew a lot, on everything. She still drew some, though, and kept lots of art supplies in the basement, including a wooden paint box filled with oil paints that looked incredibly ancient to me, all gnarled and twisted tubes, paint-spotted and dulled with age. My father was a math professor, and my mother trained as a medical illustrator, but typically for the 1950's and 60's, she stopped working to raise a family. When I was young my family moved around quite a bit, but I grew up mostly in a suburb of Chicago I was the middle of three children.
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