Bill Tindall
Can't remember the grade but we made some useless trinket from pine. I remember liking the smell of shellac. It didn't motivate me to do woodworking nor teach me anything useful that I can recall.

Much later when I was just married I needed a couch and end table and lamp. A friend had made something similar that would suffice. I borrowed use of a table saw and whacked out the plywood pieces and wife sewed the "upholstery" for the couch. These crude pieces are still in service having been handed down to children and moved about the country.

That experience demonstrated that I could make serviceable furniture. I signed up for an adult ed evening class and made a stereo cabinet and coffee table, again still in service. It has been this way ever since. When we needed/wanted something I learned to make it.