To be honest, the first skill of mine that came to mind is filleting salmon. Every year since I was age 2, my family has visited Alaska at least twice a year; mainly because my Mom is from there. We have a cabin on the Kenai River and each summer we fish when the red salmon run is at its peak. After my Uncle taught me how to fish, I strangely  enjoyed the cleaning of the fish more than the actual fishing. I spent most of my time poking the eyeball of the fish, or feeding its guts to the seagulls. I guess it was a little strange, but I really loved it. My Uncle noticed my interest and began letting me cut little pieces of salmon myself. I still remember trying to fillet my first salmon when I was 11 and to my surprise it was the hardest activity I had ever done. After I butchered the fish it looked as if a bear mauled it to pieces, until my Uncle showed me the proper technique. I still remember the amount of hours I spent practicing my technique with a fork wrapped in model clay. Ultimately, the practice did pay off because once my Uncle came back to Alaska, he was wildly impressed with my skills and I was named the designated fish filleter of the family. He even told me that I was better at filleting fish than my Dad. This interest of mine actually prompted my Mom to get me a suture kit for Christmas because I was set on becoming a surgeon. My curiosity to understand the physiology of animals on this planet grew with my new profound skill. Since the summer of 2017, I have successfully filleted every fish caught on our land and not to toot my own horn, but I believe I may be the best teenage salmon filleter in the Los Angeles area.