Well Frank, when I was 10 I won a 4-H third place ribbon at the county fair for a dress I'd made, so I've got you beat. 
It was a pretty crummy lamp, although I had it for a long time.
A tan-colored glass bottle with a long neck, and a hole drilled near the bottom, through which the cord was threaded, and then the plug screwed on. Other than the bottle, everything else was from the local five-and-dime, and already assembled (the light-socket and cord). And a lampshade.
My memory fails me as to who drilled the hole in the bottle; it wasn't me.
I forgot to mention I was also on the high school student council as a senior, and in our class, voted "Most Likely to Improve with Age," and won the big advertising-publicity-marketing-public relations award; there were many who thought I had a future on Madison Avenue.
There were of course many who wished me well, but at the same time they seemed apprehensive, nervous, about my future well-being, given all the predicaments a deaf person masquerading as a hearing person gets into.
<<<the only member of the class who can still fit into clothes worn in high school, and not on any drugs.
