I chose dollies instead of dolls at the age of three. For as long as I can remember, I have tagged along with my dad. From farm chores to fixing cars, I was always at his side. I enjoyed getting tools for Christmas and birthdays, and although my mom would try to get me to play with dolls, I stuck with tools and model cars. While other kids ran home to play, I ran to the garage. I’d spend endless hours there with my dad asking, “What is that? Can I try?”
In elementary school, my mom would ask what I wanted to be when I grew up. I always replied, annoyed, “Don’t know, don’t care!” My mom would get really excited for back-to-school shopping because for once I would go shopping for “real clothes.” Usually when she went to town, she would ask if I needed anything and I’d say, “Tools or flannel!
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