Screwdriver, what will you make today? A tiny hole to hang a picture? A treehouse 3 storeys high where curious kids watch blue jays feed their chirping baby birds? Or a box car to race down a pebbled hill? At the wheel, children in ol’ timey goggles scream with glee as race fans cheer them on from the sidelines, fragrant fresh pine still swirling from the driver’s seat.
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