So this metaphor of the path, frightful adversity, wicked witches, dysfunctional companions, is part of the artist's journey. I have always thought of it this way too. Dorothy finds she had the power to do what she wanted all along. Doesn't matter who built the walls, it's my job to take them down. My passion for painting has returned and I feel as though my soul once more inhabits my body.
People can take it or leave it.
I am thankful and I do remember my first art experience. It begs sharing and since you posed the question, bear with me because I hadn't really thought of it and so never shared it. I could tell it was flat paper, but the table drawing looked like it had dimension, I was fascinated and full of wonder of how she did that. First memory, thanks. What a wonderful world, round.