I used to love science when i was in high school. I believe i started thinking properly from 8th standard onwards. I had varying interests as each year passed by. From physics to chemistry to maths.
I looked at my face and found a scar today. It happened because of an accident. I had a library next to my house. I took a membership there when i was in 8th. Initially i used to read all the detective novels ranging from Sherlock Holmes to local ones. Then i started taking some electronics books. There were books on how you could repair radio, about chemical experiments etc. I made a small collection of electronics items courtesy of some of my relatives. I bought a soldering iron, some coils etc. I badly wanted to make a crystal radio. The idea of running radio without battery fascinated me. I didn't have much money that time so i had to settle on a low quality soldering iron. Its wire was plastic and was not cloth wrapped. One day while soldering, i accidentally placed it on the wire. It melted and i took it in hand without knowing it and got an electric shock. The iron fell over my face and my throat. It was horrible. Walking around school with a bandage around the neck was embarrassing.
The scar remains.