You know, I’m starting to think I might have been born to be an engineer. I just remembered an event from my childhood that fits this thread.
I must’ve been 3 or 4 when I got a puncture in the front tyre on my bike. I know I was young because 1) This was back in Bulgaria (we moved when I was 4/5) and 2) the bike had stabilisers. Anyway, at one point I thought that maybe I could somehow fix it on my own so my first move was to attempt to get the tyre off the rim (obviously I hadn’t realised that you have to remove the wheel from the fork first).
I tried doing it by hand but I was too weak, so I went looking for something to pry it off with. I ended up getting a fork from the kitchen 
(talk about improvised tools) to try and use it as a pry bar of sorts. It ended up failing miserably; I bent the fork at pretty much 90 degrees (they were very easy to bend). Realising I’d messed up I quickly bent it back and returned it to the cutlery drawer before my mum found out and killed me; I guess I bent it back pretty well because she never found out . The bike never did get fixed, I just moved on to a bigger one.
I’ve always been a practical person, I remember being able to find out how to work the CD player and VCR when my parents weren’t looking at the age of 3. They seemed pretty surprised at the time. Now I see why, my sister didn’t know how to even use a USB stick when she was 12 
(she’s younger than me).
Now that’s called talent bro! 
True dude!
