I always did a lot of flips when I was younger and would hang off the shower bar at 2. Couldn't afford it at the time, but when I was 9, my mom signed me up for a rec class at a local gym.
To make a long story short, I shot up to level 4 rec in a few months, got invited to team, and couldn't join due to our financial situation. Around 11 I had gained the skills as a level 6 (thanks to 3 amazing coaches), and one day at a open gym, I was told by a team coach that I was too old for team, no gym would want a almost 12 year old on their team, and that I wouldn't get far in gymnastics.
Fast forward 7 years later, a different team coach at the gym left, bought a new gym and invited me on to the competitive team to train (and compete if I chose too) for free. Was such an incredible blessing and I am forever thankful for him and the coaches that helped me along the way.
Honestly I'd have to say the most important lesson gymnastics taught me was to seriously, never give up. The day that coach told me I'd never make it on a team, I genuinely considered quitting. Went home crying and told my mom I wanted to throw my
grips and leos away. I just hope I see that coach one day, look him in the eye, and tell him "I made it".