I have had a wrench in my hand since before I could walk. One of my favorite childhood is the week before ST.Patrick's day, my teacher had told us to make traps for the Leprechauns. That night I went home, and went straight into the garage. I started pounding nails, and making a wood live trap. My dad came home, went down by my, stuck his hand in the trap and couldn't pull it back out. My trap was a success we painted it green for camouflage, and I took it to school very proud of my trap. The next day when the teacher went around the room putting candy in the traps When we were at recesses, I had quite a surprise! I hadn't caught a Leprechaun I had my caught my teacher, she then explained to the class that my trap had a Leprechaun in it, but
