I was about 8 or 9 and my parents bought me a tool set - hammer, saw, screwdriver, couple other tools. All were kid size, and used it whenever I had a chance, helping my dad fix things around the house, and even when we did an addition to the house when I was 11.
I’m about to turn 40 and I still have the saw and 3 of the screwdrivers.
when I was 17, my uncle passed away in December. Him and I were very close, so it hit me super hard. So my aunt gave me my uncle’s pinball machine that Christmas to help remember him by. It was actually broken the the last handful of years, but I got it fixed this summer. I still stand at it and have strong memories of being over at their place, listening to classic rock way to loud, eating sour cream and onion chips and playing pinball. Even had my first sip of beer while playing pinball…