This story resonates with me and perhaps I'm a little grateful that for me, it was the clarinet and not the guitar. It allowed me to come to the guitar later in life of my own volition, without the attendant memories.

When my son turned five, we bought him a half sized Stratocaster thinking he'll either pick it up or he won't. Ten years later, he did, and hopefully for that, he's deriving a lot more pleasure out of it than I ever did with the clarinet.