I was working on something and needed some screws. While digging around my work area outside the house, I came across this rusty tin with rusty nails & screws in it. Started digging through it with a screwdriver and picking out all the screws to see if any of them is what I need.
Took me a good while to realise that this actually belonged to my dad. I haven't seen this tin for years, and actually forgot it existed. But once I recognised it for what it is, memories started flooding back.
This is the tin with which my dad taught me how to hammer a nail, how to work a screw, and what screwdriver to use with what screw. This tin is also the reason I got interested in doing DIY stuff, because I wanted to be just like my dad.
I also remembered my dad's peculiar way of using a hammer. He's right handed, but he would hammer a nail with the hammer in his left hand. He used all other tools with his right hand. I asked him why is that, but he couldn't explain it either :D
Can't believe its almost a year since he left us.
Suddenly, a damn ninja decided to cut onions beside me...