How 40 Grit came to be

All right, so here it is my First post. So I have wanted to start a site for a while and its finally here my first (real) post. For those of you who know me my ideas bounce off the wall from time to time. Some may say I am crazy and others may say I’m brilliant.

So here it is as I was thinking about what to write for a little explanation about my self I first thought that I would explain how I got the name 40 grit.

When I was about 8 years old we had just moved houses and being an eight year old boy I was very interested in just about everything that my dad would be doing.

Our new house was a major upgrade from the last and the coolest thing about it was that there was a tree house in the back yard. Well, not exactly a tree house because it wasn’t in a tree but that’s just what I called it. It was more like a fort.

It was in pretty rough shape with cobwebs and spiders all over the place. I was eight not afraid of the spiders so I cleaned it all out then this is where my dad comes in. I knew that he had some power tools and I wanted to be just like my dad. So I was scared to use them myself and I asked him how to use them and he gladly showed me.

I had sanded about half of it the first day then called it quits. I was super determined to make this tree house the coolest thing around. So the next day I started to work again and I was off for the summer I was in about 3rd or 4th grade and my parents weren’t home but I knew what I was doing and went ahead sanding and getting rid of all the splinters.


So I had been working for a while that morning and used up all of the sand paper that I had out there with me. I then did what every other eight year old would do I know where my dad stored the sand paper so I went and got some more.

Only this sand paper wasn’t like the other. At the time I had no idea and went back to sanding after about two minutes I had put a hole in the side of the tree house. Why was this you may ask? I had been using 40 Grit Sandpaper! What this means is that it is super tough and basically grinds through things.

C’mon I was 8 I had no idea. Once I realized what I had done I cried for about a week straight because I ruined my tree house the only escape I had from my evil parents and sister.

Eventually the nickname 40 Grit stuck and I began to like it after a while. To me it resembles being tough and jagged on the edges and can handle anything that life throws at me.

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