Various childhood experiences convinced me that adults were stupid. One was wearing a belt I didn't need, because that's what one did, and scratching my Dad's guitar. This cost me a career of sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
I rejected cursive after one year, reverting to printing despite all pressures. I couldn't see any upside to cursive. It was harder to read, a concession to lazy adults with poor motor control. A few years later I won a penmanship contest.
What I want to do with these ideas is automate turning computer-generated animation into animation with a hand-drawn life, using machine learning to tune the parameters to express my tastes.
This is all connected: My brother and I were fascinated when we learned how animation worked. I then found myself deathly bored in an hour of school penmanship printing practice, so I worked on animating letter F's turning into letter G's, and so forth. The teacher left me alone until other kids asked what I was doing, and I taught them. She swiftly collected all papers, went to get a primitive projector that barely escaped incinerating our work, and praised various students' penmanship. My collaborators were trembling that they'd be chosen next. We didn't yet understand that one attempts to stop a revolution by cutting off the head.
I was stunned to realize that the ridicule didn't hurt. These experiences helped me learn to think independently as a mathematician.