E, when I were a lad...
i hated school, my older brother was the academic one and I had to follow his path through the education system. He was articulate, polite, cooperative, clean and tidy. I was often told "you cannot be related to Colin Priestley" because I was completely the opposite. Fighting and buring things in the woods was a regular feature of my weekend life, getting in with the wrong crowd aged 12 almost set my life on the wrong road. An appearance in juvenile court, a serious talking to by my dad (with his belt) did the trick.
My brother followed a career in architecture, I took up rugby league, playing proffessionaly for approx 10 years. Sport taught me the value of team-work and dicipline. I matured over time and aged 39 I finally did a degree in community justice and law. The morale of my story? We are all a product of our past, we do become a social construct and we respond to the stimulus of life. Some are more fortunate than others but many retain a strong moral code even when the chips are down.
However, Others (usually criminals) often look for a short cut to being wealthy or comfortable, they do become predatory and they don't care about society. Lack of opportunity often stimulates criminality, but I agree we should not criminalise our children....