Greetings Weekend Experiences community, today I join the weekend challenge to share one thing from my childhood that I enjoyed and valued to this day. I invite Hive account@yestsimar.

My father was a luthier, he had a workshop for the manufacture of stringed musical instruments, made entirely by hand, he made guitars, mandolins, bandolas and cuatros, which is a Venezuelan instrument that looks like a ukulele but is bigger and has a different tuning. different. When I was a child, I used to visit my father's workshop almost daily, especially during school vacation periods. There my dad let me take all the scraps of wood that he discarded and he also let me use some of his work tools, in order to do DIY or crafts.

Many hours of my childhood were spent in my father's workshop, every day I worked on a new project or continue the one from the day before, my father constantly told me to be careful with sharp knives to cut wood, but I must confess that On more than one occasion I cut myself and I didn't tell my dad to prevent him from allowing me to continue using his tools. I also sometimes hit my fingers with the hammer, but it was never serious. What I enjoyed the most was learning, every day my projects were better, in that workshop I learned to sand wood evenly and use the saw, also the carpenter's plane. I learned to distinguish between different types of wood and to know which was the best way to cut it. Although my father worked a lot, he always had a little time to explain to me. Something that I will always value and remember with great affection is that my father allowed me to spend his nails and glue without complaining, although they were his working materials. After I grew up I realized that my dad showed love that way, being patient with me and letting me play next to him.

Since then I felt attracted to the manual arts, I liked to draw but always with the idea of taking those drawings to something material, I am the type of person who does not mind getting dirty as long as I am creating something with my hands, all my creative personality It was nourished in my childhood thanks to the fact that I spent time in my father's workshop. For me, those memories are not only valuable on an emotional level, but also at the level of knowledge and development of manual skills. In perspective, I think doing DIY in my workshop. dad traced my path, because only by creating can I feel comfortable and at peace.