I`ve had many "careers" in my life, the first one was as a ballet dancer but i failed in doing this movement http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_maysmr5WGl1rh5fzoo1_500.jpg so i quit @ the age of 5. Its sad to have to quit so early when u have a passion 4 something, & its early to learn about the disappointments in life i think. I was bumped but i started school & learned how 2 read. Donald Duck&Co got me laughing again
(I might upload a pic of my shoes one day? I still have my pink ballet shoes somewhere, and they still have that distinct smell-if someone knows what i mean?)
Sharing in a big family is hard, i was the only child from my mothers first marriage who lived with her & my stepfather @ that time. I guess my mother saw the attention i got for my ballet dancing as a potential threat to the others, for getting jealous? Whenever i spoke proud of my ballet dancing with my elder sister(when she visited us), she went a bit quiet. I don`t think she got the same as me growing up. Even if i only got it for a short while. By the time i was 7 i had a smaller sister, who became the centre of the new family`s attention. When i was 5 i had the best year as a "only child" because i had gotten used to living alone with my mother, and because i got so much attention from my stepfathers family whenever we visited them abroad.
Little did i worry about my other siblings, since i only got to see them now and again.
I got used to being the only child-in my mothers new family, and my stepfather would give me more attention in those days, because i was the only child in his life too(except for my elder siblings but they lived with my father so their contact wasn`t too big.)
Changes are made, given and used for whatever they might be used for. Good or bad.