We had bought a piece of raw wood
material size of 2*2m for our family to build something. I took the work first because I already had a clear picture of bird box
in my mind. It didn't take too much to nail it up. Before I left for a break
I glued (seemed very important act but..) the bird box onto planks and I used a lot of glue
When I came back dad was working on with the planks and I noticed my bird box destroyed. He said there was a minor problem with my bird box but it shouldn't take a long to fix it. I looked at the scene in terror: Why he had to smash my work in the first place because there were plenty of useless planks around? Dad noticed I was about to lose my temper and he tried to say something encouraging. "Leave it", I grunted and departed swallowing my anger.