I inherited my Father's drive for tinkering, Dad gave me kids tools when I was in 1st grade. I loved figuring out how stuff worked and nothing was safe in the house, I'd take stuff apart just to see what was inside. Back then Dad was a machinist and of course I wanted to follow in his foot steps, I went to two schools, the first had an actual machine shop in the school, the second offered Machine Shop as vocational classes, I ate that stuff up! I was second in my class in the vocational classes, the teacher told me I was a shoe in to get a job in a machine shop when I graduated in the next year. After graduation I applied at all the machine shops within driving distance but I had a chip on my shoulder thinking I was above starting out sweeping floors and cleaning metal shavings, I took it as an insult rather than seeing the opportunities and refused, rudely.... After a year of looking for work while still living at home I took a job washing and detailing cars at a auto dealership, boy I regretted being strong headed and burning bridges at those machine shops, humble pie... I made my way from washing cars to changing oil and tires, from there I put my nose to the grindstone watching and learning everything I could. That's how I ended up being a mechanic most of my life and not a machinist, but I've always longed to get my hands on a mill and lathe, just to expensive new for any that are worth while and I've never been lucky enough to find a deal on used smaller machines.