I was thinking about electrical and carpentry so I could do my own home repairs. When I started writing I remember what I wanted to do when I was younger I wanted to be an auto mechanic. I knew how to change my oil, spark plugs and brakes.
I would have loved to get an old car and restore it, a nice eight-cylinder, with a steel frame and thick cushion bench seats. I would go to car shows and beam like a proud mama.
I had an old car with a bad alternator. I knew how to jump-start it with a wrench. When I was dressed all girly in heels, skirt and makeup and the car would stall I would open the hood and stick my head under. Men would always stop and ask if they could help and I would politely say, ‘no thank you,’ and proceed to start the car. Then I would close the hood, slide into the driver’s seat, freshen up my lipstick then pull off. The looks I use to get.
Yea I would have the skill of auto mechanic as a skill in my back pocket.