Mine is more of a full circle story.
I had a kid in grade 8 peruse me in grade 6 to be in his new band. He played keyboards, I played accordian, his little brother (a total animal) played some plastic drum kit (of which he destroyed 3 of them).
We would rehearse in his basement. I called the band StarLite. His uncle had some connections and got us on a cable station's talent show. We expected to do weddings and other family events, but only did one where the family stuck us in the hallway of their house and people would walk by with their food...
Call it bad management.
Anyway, the keyboardist (terrible voice on him too) grabbed 2 guys from a then defunct local band; a guitarist (looked exactly like John Travolta) and a drummer. Whenever the drummer wasn't around I'd sit on his massive kit. I ended up breaking 6 pairs of sticks! But loved the sound and playing drums.
Eventually they said 'your instrument is redundant (no kidding), we need a bass player'. So we tried to get me a bass, but that didn't happen (no money and I couldn't read music) and I was told 'you're out of the band' as I kept missing practice.
By grade 9 I took up drums and had the highest mark ever in the class (even played xylophone, and learned to read music). But my dad would not buy me drums (or guitar, which I also liked). After that I completely dropped out of music.
Fast forward a few decades: we're visiting a friend of my wife's and the guy she's with had a band, and he has a full stage in the basement with drums, amps, etc.
My (then 8 year old) son sits on the drums and hammers out a rock beat, having never seen a drum set before. The guy straps on his guitar and plays some cool rock riffs and they go at it. We decide to put him in drum lessons, buy him a nice Pearl kit, and he turns out to have some natural talent...
Since then he's played out some Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath and Rush tunes, and doing a pretty good job of it.
I end up learning drums with him, and then buy a bass guitar and rig, and now we jam at night on either songs he's learning, or just making stuff up. And since he's already better than me on drums (especially his bass drum foot), I get him to show me his 'tricks'.
Moral of the story: you're never too old to try again, and if you have a kid he (or she) may just remind you that your turn may have passed, but you can always give it back to them, and better.