When I was a kid (maybe 4), my grand-dad used to bring me home worthless electronics to tear apart... old typewriters, phone systems, etc. I remember him saying they were broken and I needed to fix them. He'd give me tools and I'd go at it... without the capacity of ever fixing them, much less the intention of even putting them back together. I just loved taking things apart.
Having those memories and being able to implement them into Cassidy means the world to me. If only one little kid takes to the screwdrivers and wrenches, it's good enough. Funny enough though, it was just tools and machines when I was a kid. Now it's called fine motor skills. I never knew how good I had it.
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