I remember making little pots out of clay I found somewhere in the neighborhood and then burying them in a sandy area that got a lot of sun to "fire" them.
I remember making a bow and arrow out of tree branches I found on a wild riverfront lot.
In my Art Bio I mention that a classmate talked about how I bore down hard with my red crayon when I was five. I remember using that the red crayon for a black line drawing of a rose that we were given to color.
I remember making line drawings with black ink and coloring them with frosted pink nail polish.
I remember creating a drawing of a sapling tree in elementary school. It was displayed at the school system's administration building and then went into one of my mom's drawers and disappeared.
I remember making ceramic ashtrays in our one semester of art in seventh grade. I wanted to keep mine, but they were all sent to a hospital for patients to use!
I remember doing a lot of doodling in junior high school since classes moved at such a slow pace and therefore could be boring. Too bad they didn't have accelerated academics and studio art classes for the “smart” kids. We weren't given art classes, and there were no AP classes.
When I was first in grad school in 1971/72, I remember covering a large furniture box with a collage of colors, turning it into a piece of furniture for my apartment.