I started very young, I remember christmas morning being excited that I had new things to take apart and figure out how they worked, I've been doing the same thing ever since, of course I had to figure out how to put them back together or else I wouldn't have any toys to play with.

They were mostly things like metal stamped cars with things in them that let you push it across the floor to get the flywheel spinning so when you let them go, off they went, now that I had to know how it worked.

As I got older the thing I took apart became bigger like my bike then I started dragging bikes home from the trash, I never had my own tools so I had uncle Joe, not really any relation to us but we called them aunt Ellie and uncle Joe, anyways I used his tools and I wasn't real good at keeping track of them misplaced a few, might have even lost some.

Soon I was making forts in my backyard I even had one with a tree growing through the middle of, built the fort around it, stupid kids in the neighborhood came one night and were messing around, ended up burning it down, I had a candle in an El Producto cigar that they lit then they started pretending to burn each others crotch, stupid boy shit, well the horse hair bench mats I had caught on fire so they pissed on them to put them out, they just smoldered after they left then caught aflame, whoosh there went my fort, mom yelled at me about what the hell I had been doing in my fort, I saw the flames reflecting of the neighbors house , oh shit, firemen came and put it out, I found out the next day the idiots the started it came back and were watching.

So from there I kept finding thing to mess with, one time my grandma had an electric can opener that stopped working right so she sent it to the manufacture to get it fixed, they sent it back, sorry no can do.

So I asked her if I could have it, it was one with a knife sharpener on the back, I had to know what it used to sharpen knives and how it opened cans, got it apart and found all the cool things it did, adjusted a few things, put it back together, whoa it worked, my grandma used it for years after no problem.

I had quite a fascination with vacuums so I brought home any I found in the trash and any I couldn't fix I took the cords off because they were so long, good cords for other things, years later when I was doing sheet rock the cord on my screw gun broke right where it went in the handle, guess what I fixed it , yep a vacuum cleaner cord, I had the longest cord on that screw gun no need for extension cords!.