Life Lessons...
David, that's pretty good. You got to 'school' the teacher.
I think a lot of my propensity to take things apart came from my grandfather. He gave me a box of tools (stubby screwdriver, keyhole saw, pliers, tack hammer) when I was three or four years old. I still have the toolbox and the pliers. He also taught me how to use an electric drill around the same time. Growing up, whenever I spent time with him, we were always working on projects—car repairs, fixing outboard motors, household appliances and electronics, etc.
I remember when I was in my early 20s, just after college, I was spending some time at my grandparents' house, looking for a job in the city where they lived, and I started having car trouble. He bought the parts but had me to put them on while he coached me through it, giving me encouragement and asking me leading questions to make me think through the process. Doing stuff like that, he taught me not to fear taking things apart, just to be methodical and pay attention to what I was doing. That's been a very empowering life lesson that I carry with me to this day.
I also try to pass that lesson along to others when I can. Last summer, I found a hood at the junk yard to replace the one on the quasi-girlfriend's minivan, on which the paint was messed up. While a seemingly radical solution, it was a whole lot cheaper than getting the hood repainted. I used the swap as an opportunity to teach her ten-year-old daughter how to use a ratchet wrench and after I showed her, she did all the unbolting and bolting with my supervision. It gave her a great sense of accomplishment and I rewarded her with a little Harbor Freight socket set of her own.