I have a really bad memory and I
don’t remember much, but I do remember the first time my creative spark was
killed. In the summer before second
grade, my mom signed me up for an arts and crafts camp for a week during
vacation. I was so excited to go. The first day, the activity was to modge
podge a flowerpot and paint it. I picked
out a purple and a pink to paint the pot and just started doing what the
instructions were. After I was done
painting, I showed the instructor and she handed me a plain flowerpot and she
said, “start over.” I didn’t understand so I asked why and she said because my
colors didn’t match. At the time, it
really hurt my feelings. This was the
first time I had been creative and someone shot my creativity down. I remember telling my mom and she said she
just didn’t understand how to appreciate different kinds of art.
In my mind, it was just the girly
colors to choose. I didn’t think it was
the greatest idea, I just thought it looked pretty. In my seven year old mind, it made sense as
to why I would choose those colors, however, to the instructor she had this idea
of what “good” was and wasn’t very good at giving contrastive criticism. At the time, I was mortified that she would
say something like that, but now, I know that she didn’t know what creativity
meant. Because of that embarrassing
moment, my mom was able to teach me the lesson that the creative things are
things that don’t match and things that just express your thoughts and
feelings. The thing that made my work
stupid was the fact that this certain instructor wasn’t able to see what I had
in mind. Instead of making me feel as
though what I did was different, she made me feel less than everyone.
That instructor killed the
creativity in me.
I never wanted to
stand out or be different because she called me out on it.
For such a long time I would never say my
opinion because I was afraid to be shut down.
Creativity is something that has to be embraced rather then shut
down.