A Crushing Blow
A True Story
By the time I was thirteen I'd been writing for three years. Short stories on notebook paper. I knew at a young age that I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. So I asked for a typewriter for Christmas that year, and got it. Then I informed my parents about my dreams.
And they laughed. Like it was a stupid idea. Like I wasn't good enough.
I was crushed! They never meant to hurt me, but their reaction caused me to become a closet writer from that day forward, and I never mentioned it again. I thought it was a silly idea, and that there was something wrong with wanting to be a writer. My dad had listed all the things that would make reaching my dream impossible, with good intentions, but devastating me in the process.
It wasn't until I was in my forties when I confessed what my dreams had been to my niece and daughter, and their support and encouragement prompted me to pursue my writing career. I'm so glad that I did.
I guess the moral of the story is to always follow your heart.