Someone once said, “Children don’t draw because they love to draw. They draw because they love the stuff they’re drawing.” I couldn’t care less about painting dry flower arrangements or nude models. But seagulls strutting in front of me on a windy beach make me deranged. I spent my childhood down the shore in New Jersey and even now, decades later, looking at ferris wheels circling out over the ocean and children building drip castles in the sand makes me happier than almost anything else in the world.