Market day in the nearest town was Tuesday, and when my parents went there for their weekly shop, I would go with them (must have been pre school) and spend my pennies (the 1d type) in Woolworths on little MES lamps, batten holders to suit, odd bits of wire and batteries, bring them home, and with the aid of some brass stud type paper clips and some stiff wire to make switches, would wire them into all kinds of circuits.
First 240 volt belt was not too long after. Electricity at the time was courtesy of a Lister start-o-matic generator set, which started up automatically when the first light or appliance was switched on and stopped when the last appliance was turned off. It was strictly forbidden to fire up the generator during daylight hours without good reason, so one day, when I wanted electricity for some trivial reason, I decided to see if the generator was running by sticking something metallic into the live side of a socket in my bedroom. It was running!
Forward a few years to when I was eleven years old. Mains electricity was coming to the area, and the whole place had to be rewired to meet the regs. A newly qualified electrician turned up to do the job, and I shadowed him the whole time he was there, learning a lot
along the way, and sparking an interest that later became my career.
The newly qualified electrician later went on to found one of the largest electrical contracting firms in the whole area.