Not in so many words, but my mom effectively did this to 7 year old me when I said I wanted to grow a bonsai tree. And I mean she tried HARD to talk me out of it, and it was all about boys don't grow stuff.
Me: But farmers grow stuff.
Mom: That's only so they can make money to take care of their family.
Me: But in Brittain bows grow flower and stuff all the time.
Mom: You're not British.
That summer she wouldn't even let me help plant the vegetable garden, only my sisters. Then one day when she couldn't get anyone to help her weed she says to me, "hey, you wanted to help me in the garden before. Why not now?"
"Really, mom? You would let me get in on the fun part, but you think I'm going to help you with chore part?"
My dad just ran over every tree I tried to plant with the lawn mower. So much more frustrating, but far less traumatizing.
Seeing the sorts of things he's gotten into since mom died, I wonder if she didn't make him do it.