The first time I worked on a car,

my hands trembled- but my heart was a star .

Steel and chrome, grease on my skin,

A whole new world I was stepping in.

The hood rose like a stage light beam,

And I stood there chasing a brand new dream.

Sanding and masking, fixing the bend-

It wasn’t just metal, it was my new friend.

Eager eyes beneath a welding mask,

Each tool a teacher, each bolt a task.

I listened close, I watched each move,

hungry to learn, with something to prove.

I sanded a fender, taped off a light,

my hands got dirty but it felt so right.

I wasn’t just fixing a dent or a line,

It felt like this thing could actually be mine.

That day changed me, flipped a switch,

From curious girl to collision witch.

No turning back,this path feels right—

Building my future, one dent at a time.