Hell yeah!
If you had the materials you could build a manned plane that you could lunch off the roof of the barn. *wink*
Dad hated me using his tools.
All our parents did LOL
My sister, the artist, went through a spell when she was making dummies... clothes stuffed with rolled up newspaper. We could hang those out the window and get passers-by to look and react. One time we rolled one off a neighbor's detached garage roof scaring the heck out of their maid... we got into major trouble with our parents on that one.