As a kid, I remember taking apart whatever I could get my hands on.
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I was one of those kids who took apart their toys to see how they work, just to see what they were made up of.
From a very young age, I liked to take apart things. All of my Christmas gifts would wind up in a million pieces. I actually recall taking apart my dad's lawnmower three times to understand how combustible engines work.
I was brought up to reuse things.
When kids my age were picking up toy cars, I used to buy toy guns.
Like my father, I would never as a child throw anything away, keeping old toys, electric motors and bits of broken machines under my bed in what I called my Box of Useful Things.
When you take something apart, you get a great sense of what it took to originally put it together.
I still do have the little lunch bag that my mother made out of a towel and embroidered with my name on it for when I went to kindergarten.
Now a lot has changed and I can separate a lot of things.
I was always tearing stuff apart to see how it worked.
I've never been much into picking things apart.