We lived in a neighborhood that if something needed fixing the neighborhood guys (and a case of beer) would get together and fix it. I would be there.
My first job after college was fixing broken laboratory equipment. Heaven! But after about a year everything went computerized and we couldn't touch it.
Went back to school to learn to fix eyeballs but a part of me wishes I was an electrician.
Dad had bought a ‘62 bird that
had seized engine. Replaced it with
a crate 390, and gave me the old
one to tinker with. Tore it all
apart, replaced some parts, had
a cylinder sleeved, and got it
running again. I sold that and
with the cash, bought my first
car. A 1965 Ford Falcon Ranchero.
Ended up going to school to get
a degree in Mechanical Engineering.
46 years, and now retired.