It was completely reversed. So often as a child I would watch my father take something apart, and begin to fix it. It was so common that it seemed odd on Sunday, when I tried getting his computer in the shop to boot up...and then proceed to take it apart on the bench when it didn't. He watched with the same child like gaze that he more often received.
It was at that moment that I realized how much I am like my father. I like to fix things too. I love to know how things work. He seemed interested as I told him what each of the components inside were, and what happens when you turn the power on.
My father swore he'd never need a computer. Now that he can take inventory of all of his parts (he runs a small business fixing starters and alternators) and lookup price lists to help him purchase parts, he has changed his view.
The funniest thing is watching him move the mouse across the screen. Even he started laughing when he said, "where'd the darn thing go to?"