I do.
I did when I was 9, too, but my third grade teacher does not (or did not, the old bag is probably dead by now). She was teaching us to sing the John Henry song, you know, "John Henry was a steel drivin' man." She told us he was driving railroad spikes. I raised my had and pointed out that, no, he was actually driving a steel. The old bat made me stand in the corner.
I watched my grandfather use a drilling steel when I was little. I knew what a steel was. This is a little one that I used to drill a hole in our house's foundation decades ago - long before consumer grade hammer drills. I came across it while unpacking from our move.
Fond memories of my grandfather, and probably one of the seeds of the contempt for authority that I developed.
