One of the big frustrations of my childhood:

[hmpf]

I always had this big urge to *make* things, but did not have access to the necessary tools and materials. My parents would shower me with art materials, actually - but they were always art materials focused on activities involving little dirt and danger. Painting and glueing stuff together, mostly. What I wanted, though, was to be able to do things that involved real tools, and materials more substantial. I really enjoyed my once-a-year chance of using the woodworking workshop of a nearby kindergarten, for example. (They opened it for the public during their annual neighbourhood party.)

I wanted to make things that did not look like something made by a child, and things that would not fall apart when you tried to use them.

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My father was a craftsman - wood working - and I loved the things he did, but Mother would never let me learn it. Now I'm looking at seriously studying woodworking! I wonder how much of that is redirected frustration from my own childhood! LOL!

I wanted to make things that did not look like something made by a child, and things that would not fall apart when you tried to use them.
Yes, absolutely yes; this was always a passionate goal of mine, even when stuck with glue and construction paper.