When I was a young child, I enjoyed drawing with any kind of art materials I could get my hands on. Pencils, crayons, markers, an old chalk board hung on the wall in our basement. I drew my world every time I got the chance.
At some point I listened to another person who said that my drawings weren't good enough. I stopped drawing. Now I'm older and I realize how silly it is to let the opinions of others determine what you will do with your life. That's why I'm starting to draw again. I know I'm not one of the world's greatest artists and that's OK. I don't have to be. I realize now that enjoying the experience of art is way more important that impressing others with it. Now I'm always looking for fun things to draw, and I can find them in the simplest of places and objects.
Listen closely to your parents and those who have your best interests at heart, but don't ever let another person end your dreams of creativity.