Of advancing years, I only recently took up fly-fishing after a lifetime of coarse and sea-angling.
Casting a fly-line was counter-intuitive until I got the hang of it, and started to feel the rod loading and the timing of the stops.
It then felt strangely familiar and pleasurable.
It just clicked in my mind.
Hours spent in my bedroom during the yo-yo craze in the '50s when nobodies became overnight celebretaries and yo-yo competitions featured on the front pages of local newspapers.
Timing the roll-out and flicking at the bottom of the string at the right moment and the right force, to have the yo-yo spinning back up the string, walking the dog, the cat's cradle.
Useless skills that took hours and hours of practice, now paying dividends in false casting skills?