I'll be honest, I'm not the craftiest guy in the world. Neither is my old man--but he enjoys working on things, whether they be an old truck, a shelf, or a back deck.
Growing up, my summers were spent watching--and later helping--Dad on whatever project he had going for the summer. He always had a pile of scrap wood that was mine for the asking and a box of penny nails with my name on it. I would sit out in the garage and pound away for hours. I still struggle getting a nail to go in straight and my measurements are always off, but I still love to work on projects, and I'm not afraid to try anything--much to my wife's dismay.
It would be a lot easier to plop my kids down in front of an educational video or computer game and feel justified that I was being a good parent. But I think I'd rather fill a cardboard box with scrap wood and let my kids whack away for a couple of hours everyday. Maybe they'll learn how to drive a nail straight and help me out with my projects.
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