Why can’t adults start new hobbies?英语短文阅读
Last weekend， I was talking about winter vacation plans with a friend when I suddenly realized that this year I should start up an old plan of learning how to skate again.
I’ve always wanted to learn how to skate. As a child， to spend hours in front of the television， gawking at the screen as the pair in the skating rink jump and twirl with the most graceful posture one can imagine.
But I didn’t have a proper chance to learn figure skating. When I was young， the coastal city of about 20，000 people that I lived in had no ice rink. Back then， people didn’t often do sports for entertainment; they walked in the park or disco danced. My city didn’t even have a KFC until after I graduated from elementary school.
My parents signed m on the weekends to get there， back. So， I gave up learning how to skate pretty quickly.
Now is my chance to fulfill my childhood dream!
Excited， I started calling skating rinks in Beijing， hoping to sign up for lessons. But the results were disappointing. Some said they only had classes for children， especially children under the age of 10. A couple said it’ after my question and said strangely， "You never learned this as a child?"
I understand if they don’t get many adult clients， but to say that adults are harder to teach than children is such a slap in the face. I thought I lived in a society that encourages people to take on lifelong learning. Is there some unspoken rule that says after one reaches a certain age， he or she is not allowed to learn systematically with a trainer anymore?
Are adults not allowed to pursue new hobbies?
There are a number of things that I didn’t have time to properly learn when I was young， such as calligraphy， painting， basketball， and ballet. I had school， a social life， and so many things on the weekends. At that time， I failed to see how important hobbies were， and I was sick of my parents nagging me to do extracurricular activities. I thought that as long as I had books and TV， I could pass my time well enough.
However， it proved untrue later in life. Now， when I get bored with being a couch potato and want to go out with friends， I find I have so few activities to do with them. I suck at sports， and I can’t sing or dance. I can’t even keep up with a jog through the park.
Now， I’m being told that I can’t even make up for my childhood mistake. It seems that I’ve missed my chance. I missed it 20 years ago when I acted like the brat I was. I did not realize I’d be regretting my decision as a grown-up. Now， I can only go on being ordinary. Perhaps I will transform my regret into nagging my children.