[Quiet Man Cometh]

It's surprising sometimes how often little things from childhood can become usefull when grown. My mom used to let my sisters and I play with most anything, we got craft buckets with all manner of household items and containers to play with, glue and such. We learned pretty quick how not to stick our fingers together, how to handle sharp scissors, and other useful tidbits. It's basic stuff, but has been darn handy.

I still have the scar from when I slit my finger open cutting pears. My mother showed me what not to do with the knife, but I went with the way that felt easiest to me. Won't do that again.