When I was around 8 years old , our family didn’t have much money. My father was really good at building things and he was very mechanical too. He built whole bikes/choppers from ground up, every detail, even did mods on them and creatively painted the tanks and other parts of the bikes.
Knowing my love for art , he transformed an old antique sewing machine into a pottery wheel. As you see in the photo and the expression on my face ( I am the one in front) I was filled with pure joy and fascination . My sister in the back defiantly didn’t share my enthusiasm.