My brother always had a knack for modeling. I mean the building little airplanes, not the strutting down a catwalk kind, of course. He can spend hours and hours on getting all the details right. I never had the same kind of patience required for that. On the other hand, I have the patience to brood over a piece of paper for hours on end, in order to draw a comic strip. I wonder if those are inherent traits, or if the preferences developed coincidentally when we grew up. I always crashed my model planes and cars etc. and never seemed to get them to work right. On the other hand, I received a lot of admiration for my drawings. Also, drawings have the advantage that they usually don’t crash and have to be repaired!