As a kid, I liked to trying to figure out how things worked, and I figured there was no better way to do that than to take them apart. Unfortunately, when I would try to put them back together, they never seemed to worked anymore.
My father told me that I could no longer tinker with any of the things in our house. But that was okay because he bought me a wonderful Tinkertoy set.
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “tinker” in exactly 75 words.