Here's some things I did when I was a youngin:
On the back of this paper my mom wrote the year, date and my name. According to this, I was two years old. I believe this to be my first attempt at portraiture.
In these next few I think I'm exploring the range of human (and animal) emotions.
My mom accused me of tracing the Big Bird, (like that Mad Men episode with Betty Draper and her son), saying that it was "dishonest to trace a picture because it's someone else's work." While I do remember having a reference picture, I distinctly remember being offended that she thought it was traced, because it was not...So there!