My father and step father were both pilots. I failed on colour blindness but I still went PPL. I have always been especially careful not to push my personal ambitions on my children, never said how great, no big family history thing. When I built Jemima in the garage I was mildly upset that my children (not one of the five boys at home) took the slightest interest, never held a bolt, bucked a rivet, din't even come in and watch.
Number one son graduated last year. Joined the Canadian Airforce, now waiting pilot training. Number two son busy trying to sort out his medical etc during his last year at college, will not countenance being anything but a pilot.
Funny old world.
(Edited to say)
(And I am just the proudest dad ever.)