When I was 9 y/o, I cut up an old blue bed sheet, measured my little sister’s waist, and sewed together a raggedy skirt replete with an elastic band. Turns out it didn’t fit worth a damn, so I quickly devolved back into my comfort zone and started mass production of whittled wooden spears and swords.
Since then, I've found greater comfort in coaching, teaching, building relationships, engineer-ing, and of course drinking a nice cold beer watching the sun set.
...but I'd be lying if I told you I still don't make an occasional implement of war. :)