Let me tell you about a young boy who made a model car all on his own. The boy is me, six years ago when I was just 11 and the car was small and simple but in my imagination it was a high-speed, Formula 1 racing car, speeding along the race track.
It was during the school summer holidays and workmen were building a new drive and garage beside our house. While watching the workmen I had an idea. I’d build a car to drive into the garage in celebration of the new addition to our home. I told my mother and drew up complicated plans but I couldn’t find the right materials, so I gave up and spent a miserable couple of days doing nothing. My mother noticed that I’d stopped working and asked me why. I explained and she suggested that maybe I should change my plans to fit the materials I did have, rather than give up.