When I was 5, my family took a trip to Coney Island. I strayed away from my parents during the day and found myself lost. Completely scared and desperate to find them, I decided it would be more productive to try to draw what they looked like rather than cry for help. I found some chalk laying on the boardwalk and began a rather abstract drawing of my mom and dad. Turns out, my Mom was watching me from afar the whole time. Although, I wasn't in any danger, I'm proud of myself for staying level-headed.
Fast forward to 2020 and I'm still using art to solve most of my problems.