What I find interesting about today's kids that become hunters is that each has a different motivation. One of my brother's daughters didn't become a hunter until she was an adult, and her motivation was simply to become a part of the "fraternity" of hunters. Whenever the family is together, invariably hunting stories will begin to be told, usually poking fun at something stupid one one of the family did while hunting. My brother's daughter kept hearing these stories and realized she wanted to be a part of that. She wanted to be able to join in the story telling. She gave deer hunting a shot in her late 20s and fell in love with it. And despite the fact she lives with her husband in Sydney, Australia, she will travel half-way around the world each year to spend 4 or 5 days muzzleloader hunting in TN.
For my own daughter, she's been hanging around deer camp since she was a baby. Even at a very young age she was fascinated with cleaning and butchering deer. I think she was 5 or 6 the first time I took her out hunting with me, in a food plot shooting house where she could sit on the floor and read books or color, and then climb in my lap if deer came out. She was 7 or 8 the first time she sat on my lap while I shot a doe in the plot. I let her blood trail the deer. I think being a part of the hunt like that really peaked her interest. I took the hunter education course with her when she was 13, and we truly hunted for the first time when she was 14, in 2-person "buddy" ladder stands. She killed a few deer during the Juvenile hunts. But I didn't really understand her motivation until I told her at 16 that I thought she was experienced enough to begin hunting on her own. Instead of being thrilled, she was disappointed. She didn't want to hunt on her own. She wanted to hunt with me. Unbeknownst to me, for her, hunting was the ultimate bonding experience between us; a time to sit and talk quietly in the stand and share a powerful common experience. She's 19 now and we've never hunted apart. I love every time she wants to go.
My poor attempt at a selfie while in a 2-person ladder stand: