My father was a fine mechanic. He loved engines. And certainly I, too, should fall in love with engines and automobiles. Won't forget that even before I could walk, the workshop was my playroom. My father put me there so that he could keep an eye on me all day long. My toys were springs and pistons that lied around all over the place, and these, I can promise you was far more fun to play with than most of the plastic toys most children have given nowadays.
When I've grown older and was five years old, my father talked to me about school. He laid a hand on my shoulder. "I want you to become a great mechanic. You have learned a lot already. But when you grow up, I hope you become a great engineer, a man who make better engines for automobiles and airplanes. For that you will need a really good education.