Especially when you're a kid. They come back to haunt you when you're a little older. Like swimming and art classes. I wish I took both a bit more seriously when I learned them the first time around. I can't compete in triathlons because I swim like a... well not exactly a turtle, let's just say a slow fish. And all I can recall from my Still Life Art Classes was slaving over a sneaker for a whole afternoon, randomly shading parts of it just so I could say I’m done- much to the disdain of my tutor. Now I have to relearn all the techniques, just because I want to expand my drawing styles.
Look at that sorry excuse for a sphere. And that little toy thing just makes me sad.