My mother basically crazy nagged me into entering all kinds of art and essay contests when I was little. She would be controlling of what I made and would always criticize it. She would give me a sealed envelope to turn them in. I would win a lot. In about fourth grade after entering all this since 1st I looked at them on the wall and she had changed them, adding details and shading, like footprints in the sand and a boat in a beach painting or whatever. I kept entering until she passed away when I was in seventh grade because otherwise she would have nagged, guilted, and possibly silent treated me.