I don't remember when* I first started working on mechanical devices, but I do remember it started when my parents bought my 2 brothers and I a building set containing steel beams, screws, pulleys, gears, etc. Or maybe even the Lincoln Logs set.... A few years later we were "visiting" the local dump after hours for bicycle parts, then lawn mower engines and electric motors from various sources. Never did mount any power to a bike, but we'd tear apart both the gas & electric power plants, futz with them, put them back together and run them to destruction. Then tear down and see what broke and try to figure out why. We had fun working on the small 2 cycle airplane engines too. We wasted a few cylinders trying our hands at porting them. I remember more than one that would pump so much fuel into the cylinder the fuel would drown the glow plug. Others would scream.
My father bought my first vehicle - a Honda 175 twin that wasn't running. I had to figure out why it wasn't running, (valve seat came loose), rebuild the engine & carbs and fix some of the wiring - by myself. I did cheat a bit and bought a shop manual for it. I did some mods to the engine, just to see what they'd do; drill holes in the piston skirts, try porting & polishing, messing with the carb settings, changing the exhaust around, etc. Rode that bike everywhere for ~3 years, only got a couple tickets. One of the tickets was only a fix-it ticket for being too loud. Fixed that one in about 15 minutes - stuffed some steel wool in the pipes, drilled through holes on each pipe and ran a screw through to hold the steel wool in place. The same cop was still in the neighborhood, had him sign off on the ticket. Of course, the steel wool came out as soon as I got back home.
Always figured that if someone else could build it, I could figure out how to take it apart and make it work again. There have been very few times that hasn't worked. Tried to instill that thought in the boys heads, it sort of took. They're both more into working with their brains than hands, and they are good at what they do.
Now-a-days, it's more about just keeping up with what the house and yard need, and more of that is getting farmed out every year. Getting old SUCKS!
ETA: *meant how old I was.