What I didn't realize was that my kids' little cars were igniting a passion for woodworking that has been smoldering inside me since I was a kid myself. Growing up in the beautiful weather of So Cal, I was always outside. Many times I was in the garage watching my dad work on one of his endless string of VW Bugs and listening to his favorite band, The Doors, on local oldies station K-Earth 101. As I got a little older, my dad graduated me to his official light holder, tool gopher and all around listener of his bad dad jokes. With these newly acquired responsibilities, I was not limited to only helping in the garage. This is when I was able to come into my own as I learned to be "handy" with everything from fixing a light switch to building the wood frame of a waterfall. Yep, waterfall! Built three of them with my dad who paid me in a lesson of building anything you put your mind to. (Literally, that was all he paid me. Never did get a dime, just sayin' Dad!)