I was the oldest of five kids and when my daddy needed someone to help him with his hobby (welding), he got me. Daddy would tell me about turning the handle on the blower for my grandaddy as he would sharpen plow points and fix things around the farm. I guess that is what got me started on this road. As a young girl, I would rather play in his shop than play with dolls. I was lucky that my parents did not try to force me into "proper" hobbies for girls. Back in 1971, as a senior in high school, I signed up to take shop class. When I was told that only boys were allowed to take that class, my mother went to the school board and tried to get that changed. I was not given the chance, but she started the ball rolling and the next year, the class was open to girls. I got married and worked as a bank teller for 20 years without doing any metalwork. When I turned 40, I lost my mind and got a job at the mill. I worked shiftwork for two years while driving 90 miles a day to trade school. It took me 20 years, but I finally got into that shop class . As soon as I got into the maintenance department, I started saving my money to build a shop. My first forge was a borrowed rivet forge. It ticked my daddy when I called him to ask how to start my first fire. He taught me just like his daddy taught him. I have a really nice shop....now if I could just learn to use all this stuff.