I'm cleaning out a closet and found my son's quilt he "designed" when he was about 6 years old. I made squares with a giant butterfly (a Monarch) that he and his Dad had collected, appliqued a picture of his dog, a big black Dobie, a tennis racquet, (he was good at that) a 22 rifle he hoped to be allowed to shoot some day, several other things that had to be appliqued. It was a lovely thing, designed for a twin bed. Oh, did I say he was 6 years old then?
Now he's 42 years old, and I may finish this for his birthday next May.