To add complexion to that thought in this context: I was a bit of a problem child and wasn't sent to piano lessons with the other 3 kids in the house. Eventuall

To add complexion to that thought in this context: I was a bit of a problem child and wasn't sent to piano lessons with the other 3 kids in the house. Eventually, I started playing off my own back, just mashing keys really, and after a while my parents said "do you want lessons". Then I started lessons (~12 yo). I was very fortunate to have the opportunity of a piano in the house (my sisters both had wind instruments too, so I got to try them; I really like clarinet). I credit piano providing an emotional outlet with saving my sanity, and perhaps my life when I was a depressed teen. I'm terrible at piano, incidentally, I'm practically arhythmic and every lesson had my teacher saying "relative values". TL;DR is, I think, that opportunity matters, it's not just I couldn't be bothered to try.