Withoout the availability of Monogram/Revell, and Lindberg/HAWK/Testor's/ kits on the net in Ebay, I'd probably be outta the hobby... While kit selection is over the top on subject-matter, and becoming yet more and more detailed (and if not, SOMEbody has a resin/PE set for it), they've gone and priced themselves forever outta my range, especially kits released in the 21st century...
Unless I find a "new" kit over some kit-hoarder's collector's (quite literally) dead body in an estate sale in which the family has no idea of what they have, I don't buy it...
My daughter inherited my love for model-building, my sons didn't... My grandkids tried it, liked it, but not enough to keep at it, not when there's no boundry anywhere on what they can do electronically, vs using the imagination and playing with their most recent build, running around in the yard making "airplane and machinegun sounds", up until it breaks, at which point it becomes a firework or pellet-rifle target... And many kids today have no idea of what (or when) "World War II was...
Example, one of the crewmen on the "Enola Gay" (Navigator Theodore "Dutch" Van Kirk, the sole surving member of her crew) said that he was even once introduced at a school where was giving a talk about the mission, as a "Veteran of Wolrd War Eleven"...
Even my 12-year old grand-daughter once asked me about my time in the 82nd (the unit patches, badges, rank, ribbons, and medals I wore during my Army career are in a shadow-box, so all three have seen them) while playing "Call of Duty-Vanguard", "Grandpa, did you land at Normandy too?" ... Bless her heart, I ain't lyin'!
'Course, she doesn't know much about 11 SEP 01 either, other than "those planes crashed into those buildings).. They aren't teaching much about it... However, I digress...
Modeling fo me, as a youngster, was a solitary hobby... I didn't live on base or in town, we lived way out in the sticks, and only me and my little brother built models, but he turned into a gear-head, while I still built military stuff, and my sister, who was ten years older that me, didn't have time for either of us, and would have preferred to be an only child...
But after a model was built, I would strafe his cars, dive-bomb from the Monogram 1/48 SBD and SB2C, and 1/32 F-51D (yeah, they worked!)...
Kids today are not cut off from the outside world, in fact, they play with other kids from all over the world, in on-line games and sims, anf unless they're being punished and not allowed to use their computer (They have their OWN computers! I couldn't even have a phone-extenion in my room!)
With all that to do, why would kids wanna spend time alone in their rooms, gluing plastic together when they can roam the World of Warcraft and become a character that slays everyone and everything with a sword's-length and then hit it with a platinum blonde in a steel bikini (who's probably a fat, bald, 32-year-old basement-dweller who's bench is surrounded by empty pizza boxes, Dorito-bags, and Mountain Dew ot Red Bull cans) ...
Had to buy "Conan" and "Red Sonya" for that steel-bikini kinda stuff. but I prefered aircraft to swords anyway, so it was "SGT Rock", "Jeb Stewart", "The Unkown Soldier', and "Enemy Ace-Hans von Hammer" for me....
But I digress again..
Suffice to say that the only kids that're gonna get "into" modeling in any kind of real numbers are the ones that re's getting doped up by their teachers/parents and forced to sit still for hours at a time, because there's something "wrong" with them if they choose to lead the solitary life-stlye scale-modeling often-times requires in the age-6 (when I started) to age 13...
By that age, I was living "in town", where I found three others my age that built models! We did MANY joint-projects, as well as the individul stuff, and succeeded in forming a "club" in which we put together the "largest diorama in the world" (at least we thought it was, at 16 x 8 feet and complete with aircraft, hangars, quarters, tower, machine and repair shops, aircraft ramp and taxiway, O-club, and the edge of the "jungle bordering it, in my parent's basement (which doubled as our "Clubhouse' and our Work-Bench was a fifteen-foot long monster that all four of us could work at, sharing ideas, scrap parts, paints, etc...
The only rule on consumables was paint and that was, "if you empy it, you replace it".. Testor's was still around at 19 cents a bottle (as was Practa 'Namel), and we got our kits at the grocery store, drug store, and hardware store...
Fine days indeed...