There was once a chance I didn't take

There was once a chance I didn't take. I can't believe I didn't continue. What was I thinking?
Little eleven year old me, thinking I was stressed, that I had too much work, when I didn't even know wat work was. I had talent. My teacher always told me I had promise, as my fingers knew what they were doing; they had a mind of their own as they danced across those black and white keys.
There was once a chance for me to be a piano virtuoso, to play something great, and I tossed it all out the window.
I had just started middle school, first year in a private school, and I didn't know what my parents had forced me into. For the first time, I wasn't the only one who knew long division. I felt like a failure and I was only in sixth grade. I thought i didn't have time to memorize my majors and minors, all the chords my knew but my brain couldn't name. So I just gave up, and i didn't think it was a big deal.
But it was. I was withdrawn from a world of happiness and music, and it sucked. I even tried to go back two years later, but it wasn't the same. I was with a different teacher, a new environment. I freaked out a little and I couldn't do it. So that was it, I gave up completely.
I still go back some days. I sit on the bench and just try to feel that other world with the tips of my fingers, but it will never be the same. The biggest regret I have of my life is giving up the most beautiful instrument in the world.