A long time ago, I just drew everyday when I was in preschool. The teachers there loved my little doodles and crayon drawings.
When we came to Canada, my parents forcibly took me to drawing class, even though I didn't particularly want to go or thought I need to.
The teacher often yelled at me and made me cry, and got my parents mad at me.
Now that class is like, the best blessing I could've gotten. I'm my teacher's most experienced student (having finished all 10 busts in sketch, oil painting, water colour.. etc) and she gives me free lessons and free materials. She doesn't yell at me anymore, either.