Didn't you just love the summer holidays as a kid? Didn't they just stretch out in front of you like an eternity full of promise? Not so much for your mom or dad, though. Well, I think my mom must have gotten fed up of me after one week because she checked me into a summer activity school. I wasn't happy, I can tell you… until I got there. The supervisor opened a door into the largest junkyard I had ever seen, only this one didn't have cars, but wood. Everywhere you looked kids had been let loose and were building dens, climbing frames, towers, go-carts , you name it. The supervisor gestured towards a set of woodworking benches and beside them there were racks and racks of hammers, saws, chisels, planes, files, and many more items. "Help yourself," he said, "and you'll need plenty of these," as he shoved a huge tin of nails into my small hands. I think I was only six, but I didn't notice my mom leave.
Making assets for games is a bit like a young boy's dream...