When I was a little girl one of my favourite things to do was sit in my Dad’s workshop in the basement while he fixed…whatever. And while he worked, he would give me a hammer, a piece of wood, and a pile of nails.
I would happily bang nails into that two by four with that hammer for great lengths of time.
It explains a few things about many of my choices in work over the years.
I was not a girly-girl……
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