For a lot of my youth I remember there being a big orange box full of mysterious tools. This box had been my grandfather's and was passed to my brother when he died. It was full of gadgets and half-started projects -- things I could recognize (a file or pliers) and things I had never seen. About two years ago I enrolled in a jewelry course at my University; it was my senior year and I decided I wanted to try something new (plus I like torches and hammers). Somehow I managed to secure a spot in the class even though I was not an Art Major. After attending my first class, I knew I loved metalworking. I called up my brother and asked him if he would allow me to take charge of our grandfather's toolbox and he accepted. The first day I brought my big orange box to class with me I felt proud and excited; finally I would learn the secrets of this box! It is two years later and there are still some objects in the box that I haven't figured out yet, but I use his tools in all my metalworking and his box is now mine.
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