Wish that I still had some of the things that I built. I'd show you how "easy" it is. Grandpa tried not to smile. He even let me paint the "toy box". Good waste of paint. Some people can, then there is the rest of us.
You know that I would not let you do it without explaining, in tortuous detail, what was going on.
I find that I can remember things best, if I understand them.
Wood, I understand. (Lest you misunderstand, and think that I am saying that wood is simple, prosaic, and uncomplex, that is not what I am saying!)
Wood is magical, like many wondrous things in this magical world. Wood is a special kind of sugar, spun from rain and sunlight and air. How could it be anything less than magical?