True story. When I was very young, I took classes at our local art museum. Every weekend, my mom would drive me into the city (which seemed like a really big deal at the time) and I would excitedly play with paints, charcoal, and paper. We even were taught how to make candles one week! But then, one Saturday morning, during a lesson in clay sculpture, a little boy who was sitting near me began to make fun of the…