My junior high years were the worst three years of my life, except for my woods class. I found my woods class to be the only class where someone could be alone and enjoy himself by putting forth his best effort into a project that would actually have a function in the real world. I loved all of the tools and machines used in the work shop, but by far, my most favorite would have to be the wood turning lathe. Using the wood turning lathe made me feel so free in the way that I could make anything that I put my mind to.
The following years in high school were also a bit troublesome on a social level, but I had a metal works class that used a metal turning lathe to change my mindset when needed. My dad always had an awesome workshop adjacent to our home in a shed. Now that I’m old enough he lets me use the lathe for anything at all. Having a lathe around is an awesome way to spend some extra time. Something about the lathe’s ability to free one from his surroundings, if even for a brief moment, astounds me.