I'm an old guy, but I ain't never been grumpy. I do, however, have a bit of a different takeaway from this story. I built my first kit with my father, in 58 or 59, and all we did was glue it together and put on the decals. It was the Monogram P-40, and I thought it was beautiful. I built all my early kits this way until I was in the Boy Scouts. One year we all had to buy a model kit for Christmas and give it to somebody else. I got a Blue Angels jet (possibly a Panther, don't really remember), and we had to build it before the next meeting. This was the first time I ever tried to paint a model, and I did it by hand. Didn't even know there was such a thing as an airbrush. Well, I did it, but those yellow lines were just a mess. I was embarrassed as hell to put it on display because everybody else brought in fantastic looking models. They had a contest, and, believe it or not, I came in second place. Know why? It was because the judges knew most the kits were actually built by the fathers, and the guy who won was the only other kid who actually built it himself. It was the old Revell B-36, and it was so nice I wanted a B-36, too.
My point is, this incident didn't scare me off the hobby. I was still mortified I had to put such an awful plane on display, and I immediately threw it away, but my resolve was only strengthened. I swore I would never build such a monstrosity again.
I've hit the hobby pretty hard since then, and I'm happy to say every one of my kits could win a Boy Scout contest now, but it bothers me the young kids today don't seem to have this same drive. Something's lacking when quitting is the first option taken after a few jerks shoot off their fat mouths. Whatever happened to "If at first you don't succeed... Try, try again!"?