During my elementary school days I could not spell. I had no problem remembering symbols, but letters would not sit somehow.
The English teacher spontaneously asked us to close our textbooks and say a word from a previous list we had written. When my name was called, I gaped and said nothing.
Needless to say I was the criminal class and left school at fifteen.
However, painting portraits and landscapes was my strength and my salvation deep inside. I longed for a training.