I was always so envious of people who could draw. I can't. Not at all. Not even my stick figures are passable.
Oddly enough, I was okay at watercolor. Never took a class and I never practiced it long enough to get consistent results. One day I might paint a sunflower and it looked like a sunflower, but the next day's attempt would look like a squashed bug. But I got decent enough results that suggested that I might have a chance at being more skilled in that medium. It's something I've wanted to revisit in a more formal way.
My lack of drawing ability was one of the things that led me to photography in the first place. It was mostly satisfying but still lacked that more tactile experience I wanted when I tried to paint. It's probably why I'm still so attached to film and especially instant film that can be physically manipulated with emulsion lifts, transfers, and recovered negatives.