I was talking to a fifth grade girl yesterday and she asked me if I had ever bee...

I was talking to a fifth grade girl yesterday and she asked me if I had ever been picked on for my dream.
I said, “Do you mean did people make fun of me for wanting to a writer?”
And she said, “Yes.”
I said, “Well, there were some people who mocked me pretty relentlessly.”
And she said, “Did that bother you?”
I said, “It did make me pretty mad sometimes.”
And she said, “But what did you do about it?”
I said, “I kept writing.”
And then I said, “Do you have something that you really want to do...