My parents were horrified when I started playing at 17 (I'd started 'cello at 11). Devil's music and all that.
My mother still thinks I should switch from bass to cello and play classical music. I'll learn anything, even now, but I have been way too set in my ways to do what my mother wants, even when I was a kid. She's in her 80s now, so you think she would give it a rest, but nope. She also thinks my son should join a symphony orchestra somewhere and be the trumpet player in an orchestra. That's not going to happen either. He'll be in town for a few days to visit, and then in Oregon next week to play with a funk band that tours quite a bit.
At least I never heard anything about devil's music. That probably would have sent me down an even more wayward path, because I would have had to find that kind of music. And play it, of course. Along with all the other dumb things I had to do, and still sometimes seem to need to do. There's probably some large number of IQ points floating around lost on account of a few of those dumb things.
I think most know this, but I repeat myself sometimes. Piano lessons starting when I was nine led to getting frustrated with the fact that it wasn't portable. That led to teaching myself to play guitar. Kinda. Then college where I discovered a million guitarists and all were better than me. So, I picked up a bass. It felt exactly right and made perfect sense to me. The bonus was that even if you were awful, somebody wanted you around because there were no bass players. Even fewer drummers, but that's for later. Fast forward a few years and I'm married, with kid, getting established in a career, and not playing. I would pick up the bass or guitar sometimes, or noodle around on the piano a bit, but nothing else. Then, when the kid was just about out of high school, a bunch of other parents of kids in his school's jazz band decided to start a rock and roll cover band. I dusted off the EB-2 and started playing again. That led to playing pretty much all the time, including playing plenty of upright bass. I had one of those earlier, but it ended up matchsticks from Dick the Cat, about 50 pages ago. And playing drums. It's a disease I'm happy to have. It was in remission for a while, but it has bloomed again.
But I still have a day job. I'll be keeping it, since I haven't found a rich uncle or gotten a lucrative contract. The chances of either of those is pretty small these days.