Home of the Snarkmaiden

Aaaawww! Sympathetic head-pats for your childhood self. My parents, bless them, had their share of faults, but failing to support my creative and artistic efforts when I was small are not among them. I had masses of Lego when I was small, and various other building toys, some of which I shared with my brother. And while my mother did encourage me to give the extremely elaborate frontier trading post diorama I built for my social studies class to the teacher when he asked, when I decided to keep it, she dutifully stored it away for me. (Of course, she later told me I shouldn't pursue engineering in college because I wasn't "practical" enough -- the woman had obviously not met a lot of engineers -- so with the good, also some not so good. But no one in my family ever told me I shouldn't or couldn't try something because I was a girl.)