So, many ppl have asked me how I became a locksmith. It is simple really, ever since I can remember my brain has thrived on puzzles of a mechanical nature. So not Sudoku, but things like locks and any other type of mechanism that can become broken has intrigued me.
My first ever 'lock' that grabbed my attention was the old style corned beef tin. You know, the one that you peel open using a key? I reckon I was around 7yrs old when I remember my Mum losing the plot because I was essentially playing around with a sharp, ripped metal, rusty old corned beef tin I'd rescued from the trash to 'examine'!
Then as life plodded on, I tried my hand at many things and had many jobs before I actually committed and did my locksmith training. It's something I'm thankful of on a daily basis, as not many folk can actually say that their profession is their passion and hobby too.