My first small airplane ride was with a man that had to be in his 80s in a Stearman. I wasn't quite 14. I started talking to him, next thing I know he was helping me up into the old bird. I'm sure otherwise it would've been a passing interest. But, because of him, I took my first lesson a couple months later. Two years later I spent the money I would've spent on a nice car and bought a 150 and solo'd it.
Now here I am, several hundred hours later, about to be a CFI. I owe older pilots a lot.
I typically hang out around the older gentlemen at the airport more than the other students, and they've helped me a lot. Most students and instructors here can't believe I fly an airplane without a GPS, attitude indicator, and the other nonsense. And they think the third wheel is in the wrong place