I remember when my brother Jay and I had our first and final drawing competition. I was maybe 12, and he must have been 7. I recognized his talent - everyone did - and I knew he would pass me eventually, but at the time he was just a little kid. Someone in the room said, "Draw a mountain." After a few minutes of work, I put down my pencil, and held up my drawing. I had sketched no mere mountain, but a mountain range, three overlapping triangles of different sizes. I then looked over at Jay. He was still going, touching up the shading on the horns of a mountain goat if I remember correctly. That was that.
What I had missed in sizing up the situation was that Jay not only had talent, but already had skill. Starting as a toddler, he had spent hours upon hours drawing, at the kitchen table, on the living room floor. He drew at church. While the rest of us sang and waved our hands, he preferred to worship on his knees (facing the back, paper on the chair). This all happened right under my nose, but somehow I still underestimated him simply because he was young.
Well I don't underestimate him anymore. In fact, I expect amazing horn shading from him as a matter of course these days. Maybe that's not quite fair either, but he's never given me a reason to expect anything less.
A few months ago, I asked Jay to design a logo. I really like what he did. There's no flying wheelchair or spinning ball. There's just a guy wearing #12 surveying the scene, figuring out his next move. It fits.
(Now what does one do with a logo??)