In my case, it was my eldest brother. He‘d also move my hand a lot if I wasn‘t “pointing the light like a living being.“ And if he wasn‘t sure of what he fixed, he‘d ask me to switch it on while he runs for his life.
Helping my Dad work on his race car by holding the light for him.
Dad- S are you able to see what ya need to see with the light?
Me- Yes sir!! I sure can!!
Dad- Well don’t you think ya need to shine it so the one who is fixing the car can see what I’m doing, so not to mess it up!
Me- Ummmmmm........ Yeah I guess that would help!
Dad- Thank you that’s mighty kind of you to do that for your old man!!
Me- Glad I can help!!
My hands were smaller, my dad usually held the flashlight. With my mom she'd hold it after she knew I knew... and I'd guide her where I couldn't go and get angry and tell her to fuck off. <_<
Dad- S are you able to see what ya need to see with the light?
Me- Yes sir!! I sure can!!
Dad- Well don’t you think ya need to shine it so the one who is fixing the car can see what I’m doing, so not to mess it up!
Me- Ummmmmm........ Yeah I guess that would help!
Dad- Thank you that’s mighty kind of you to do that for your old man!!
Me- Glad I can help!!