Hobby(the one your parent wants) in Messed up thing i call my life

It seems that horrific stories might get someone’s attention, well; sit tight people I have enough to get you going!
Have you ever tried to rip yourself apart like literally, ballet-oh , the memory of pain all over my body from stretching, I’m lucky enough to have selective memory, it doesn’t keep all of it, just the smallest part.
I never actually wanted to dance, my mother wanted me to, same thing was with music, but about it later to keep chronological order. There is this cute story I heard so many times of how she decided to put me in the ballet school- that she once saw me standing in a split, never thought of any other possible option, I mean there is martial arts gymnastics etc But no ballet, one of the most boring hobbies for a 3 year old. Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful, I grew to lie it eventually and it sure as hell helps me now at some particular things(I never stopped stretching). I spent 6 years or so in this can’t call it hell, but wasn’t heaven either. Why is it a horrible story you’d ask? Because I wanted to draw, i asked for arts school, I just wanted to do my thing and guess what, I might have had a chance in design or something if had a chance to advance the thing called talent.