I just went down the back with dad to cut some wood(I got the small pieces of pine because I haven't really cut the wood before) and let me tell you, when he said "grab your pine and let's go" and I grabbed my tiny pile of kindling, I felt so much like a small medieval child happily following their father into their small house on the edge of the village to proudly show my mother how strong I am, and that I'll be able to help keep the house warm in the winter, but I am a teenager and not a small child