From the start.
In second grade I could not sit still. I fidgeted. I blurted things out. I disturbed the classroom by wandering around and talking loudly to all the other students. One day my teacher asked me to paint her a picture. She sat me down at my desk and gave me paint, paper, and a brush.
Painting was like falling down the rabbit hole. I was totally lost (and quiet) for about an hour. By accident the paint fell just right. When I showed my work to the teacher, she knew what it was! “What a cute little dog in front of his dog house.” She took me to all the other classrooms in the school, from second grade all the way to the big kids’ sixth grade to show off my masterpiece.
I was hooked.