After reading this thread I realize how very fortunate I have been in my childhood.
I always loved animals, and drawing/painting/sculpting, so my dad would come home from work every day with a new animal I had never heard of and a sheet of facts about it. I would get so excited, I would look them up in the encyclopedia or in books at the library (before the days of internet), and draw each one. My mom was a painter, and so she would encourage me to make art, even when I was pretty bad. She'd sit me next to her in her adult still-life classes and at the end of each session, they'd go around the room critiquing each work, and they'd so kindly put my little finger paints up there too, giving me praise and advice for how to improve at what I was trying to display.
I realize every day how fortunate I have been to have this kind of creative support. It seems a rare thing to have parents who are happy to let their children pursue their own careers in life. Now I am a scientific illustrator, working on my PhD in biology. I study tropical insects. Though grad school is a lot, some days I wake up and feel like the luckiest sap alive.