In third class (as 9-year-olds) we had to try shop. 'Shop' as in American for 'woodwork' and 'try' as in I couldn't have been happier when it was over. Nah, that sounds like something absolutely horrible happened but it was more a matter of me not being that good at it and hence not liking it. At all. I must have had stringy arms even then 'cause I ( Read more... )