No, not really. It was the summer of 1971 according to my mom’s handwriting. I was 6. Funny how mom’s save all this stuff. She has an apple tree that I painted when I was 4.
The other funny thing is, my art hasn’t changed much in the last 35 years. Only I didn’t stress over it so much then. Didn’t worry about style or composition. I just painted. Someday, I’ll get that back. Check back in another 35 years. :P