Strange. My dad also photographed me man-handling a box brownie, as my avatar shows. I was about 5 then. History records that I terrorised kids at primary with a tripod, using it to keep bullies at bay. That's why I still call a tripod...my steady-friend. But photography didn't pick up again seriously until around 1980, after I had recovered from a debilitating illness since birth. I don't think when very young I had an appreciation of how things worked, just a fascination with handling them. And I've always liked the touchy-feely experience! It agonises me to the nth degree if I have to buy a camera (generally, anything!) on FleaBay without that requisite touchy-feely experience. Same with selecting and buying a car: you must have that touchy-feely experience!