I like thinking about this, but have to admit that I’m paralyzed by the relativity of it. I think, ultimately, what my dad (and consequently, I) tried to avoid is instilling a brittle spirit. In other words, easy come, easy go.
There are so many facets of life today that are relatively easy compared to even 50 years ago. It seems so common to hear the preceding generation say things like “I made my kids learn on x” without considering that those before them looked on with disdain, considering that very technology to be cheating.
My dad killed his first deer with a 12 gauge shotgun and buckshot as an adult. I shot my first deer with a scoped .243 at age 12. My oldest son shot his first deer at age 7 with a scoped .223 and my second oldest shot his first with the same gun at age 6.
I think it was more important to my dad that I learn how to hunt and have a greater chance of success because those were the dues he was willing to pay having not had a dad that taught him how to hunt.
The idea that there is only one path to an appreciation for hard work and practice just doesn’t make sense to me.