Bo Hansén Gothenburg, Sweden
As a little child, I was very fascinated about technical things. If I got something that could be used as a screwdriver, then everything fell appart that stuck with screws in my childhood home.
When I got slightly older, I became curious about what was inside the radio, record player, phone, vacum cleaner and similar exiting divices, many time to my parents dismay.
When I was 9-10 years old, my parents understood my interest in electronic things, and my dad came home with broken radio sets he got from the radio shop. I picket them apart and played with them.
Instead of toys that other children wished for Christmas and birthday presents, I wanted tools and soldering iron, and of course more broken radios.
