frustrated ballerina

I know that I would have been a very good choreographer now, teaching others how to dance instead of teaching Literature, had my late mother supported my desire to enrol at a ballet school when I was a young girl of 10. All my friends , neighbors and playmates were enrolled at a nearby ballet school where I would watch and wait outside instead of learn the steps with them because my mother wouldn't hear me. I'd been pleading on the verge of tears that I would like to enrol but she wanted none of it, said that it would only forcibly stretch and destroy our fragile bodies. Looking back now, I think I was very pathetic for I was dying to dance with them as I watched their practices everyday. At home, I would lock myself in a room and follow or imitate all their moves. I watched all their concerts even if I had to go alone. And after each concert I would try to do the dances by myself even if it was in the middle of the night. Oh, how I loved ballet then. I still love to dance and can already afford to go to a ballet school but I am too old for that. I guess I will forever remain a frustrated ballerina for I never got to wear those tutus and dancing shoes.