A
Do you have any skills or abilities you have learnt that are slightly quirky or odd? Maybe unexpected? Is there a heart felt story behind how you came to learn this skill and who was involved? Is it a fond memory, or one you would rather soon be forgotten?
So, I'll go first...
When I was young, we didn't have many toys so my brother and I would find creative ways to muse ourselves. It was during one particular school holiday when I was about seven years old, I was watching my dad build or fix something using a variety of tools from hammers to power tools. I was intrigued and asked if I could use them too. For two days, my dad taught me how to use the hammer, saw and cordless drill with his careful instruction (and probably a lot of barking about how I was doing it wrong). But he made sure that I knew how to use these things well then left me to my own devices. I had so much fun exploring ways to use these things and was eventually building things like slanted kids size seats and things.
When ever a fence was built, cement was paved, house needed to be painted, trees chopped down, even as a little girl, my father involved myself and my brother and gave us quite some responsibility in the process. He always instructed us on how to do it right to the point he felt it was safe to walk away for a little break (maybe that's why he taught us!).
Now, at work, if hooks need to go in the wall or something needs to be nailed in, I usually volunteer before they call in the handy man since I feel quite at home with a drill or hammer in my hand.
So, after that long walk down memory lane, what's your story?
So, I'll go first...
When I was young, we didn't have many toys so my brother and I would find creative ways to muse ourselves. It was during one particular school holiday when I was about seven years old, I was watching my dad build or fix something using a variety of tools from hammers to power tools. I was intrigued and asked if I could use them too. For two days, my dad taught me how to use the hammer, saw and cordless drill with his careful instruction (and probably a lot of barking about how I was doing it wrong). But he made sure that I knew how to use these things well then left me to my own devices. I had so much fun exploring ways to use these things and was eventually building things like slanted kids size seats and things.
When ever a fence was built, cement was paved, house needed to be painted, trees chopped down, even as a little girl, my father involved myself and my brother and gave us quite some responsibility in the process. He always instructed us on how to do it right to the point he felt it was safe to walk away for a little break (maybe that's why he taught us!).
Now, at work, if hooks need to go in the wall or something needs to be nailed in, I usually volunteer before they call in the handy man since I feel quite at home with a drill or hammer in my hand.
So, after that long walk down memory lane, what's your story?
