I think it is less aptitude and more inherent traits:
*curiosity on how it works or how to make it work better
*annoyed by something not working
*persistence, I would never give up and dad would let me err or ask before showing me how...and chuckle under his breath
*dislike of waste, throwing something out rather than fixing it
My brother and I started cutting lawns, and we would gather equipment set to the curb. I would cannibalize our free equipment and get it running. I even painted them an awful yellow and stenciled our logo on them. He is personable and would gather "accounts" through mailing index cards and knocking on doors. Seems I did more cutting, pruning, raking and blowing than he did....but someone had to have a head for business.
We made big money (for us) all through Jr High and High School. He made a business out of it, and I found a lifetime
enjoyment of using my hands to make internal combustion equipment sing. He always reminds me I have a place in the back shop when I retire.
I now repair for friends, family and neighbors. As well, my buddy brings me throw aways from the township dump, which I rehabilitate an donate to our church to sell at their rummage sales. It aint a bad life to work on something in the shop with a cold beer and NCIS on in the background.
*curiosity on how it works or how to make it work better
*annoyed by something not working
*persistence, I would never give up and dad would let me err or ask before showing me how...and chuckle under his breath
*dislike of waste, throwing something out rather than fixing it
My brother and I started cutting lawns, and we would gather equipment set to the curb. I would cannibalize our free equipment and get it running. I even painted them an awful yellow and stenciled our logo on them. He is personable and would gather "accounts" through mailing index cards and knocking on doors. Seems I did more cutting, pruning, raking and blowing than he did....but someone had to have a head for business.
We made big money (for us) all through Jr High and High School. He made a business out of it, and I found a lifetime
enjoyment of using my hands to make internal combustion equipment sing. He always reminds me I have a place in the back shop when I retire.
I now repair for friends, family and neighbors. As well, my buddy brings me throw aways from the township dump, which I rehabilitate an donate to our church to sell at their rummage sales. It aint a bad life to work on something in the shop with a cold beer and NCIS on in the background.