A bunch of men and a little girl? This vignette came as a comment from Havva as we were discussing an idea that sounds almost creepy in our predator-obsessed world: the adults that kids
I was forever questioning workmen and contractors in my neighborhood. One of the quick ways for mom to get me out the door was to mention there was work in progress near by. When I was 4 my parents added onto the house and I was all over the contractors. I got out my little shovel and dug the foundation along side them, asking along the way how to keep the sides flat and the bottom level. I watched them drill the studs and asked about the the patterns of the holes. They even let me watch them pull wiring, though they had to keep me back for lack of eye protection. And I quickly saw why that distance was needed. They let me follow them practically everywhere that was reasonably safe, and taught me to watch out for hazards. I asked them a thousand and one questions. They did their level best to answer, even when I lacked the experience to understand, or they didn’t quite know.
Unsurprisingly, I went into engineering. The construction environments I have since encountered have been larger, and offered greater and more varied hazards. But those first lessons have severed me well. When I got married my parents held an open house. The contractor and his lead foreman, with encouragement from the whole crew, were there. It touched me that two decades on, the experience stuck with the contractors as much as it did with me.
Touches me, too. Good touch! Not bad touch. – L