Most of us old farts have stories about how hard we worked as kids.
Back in the day, my best pal's dad was a general contractor. He'd employ us on Saturdays and over vacation days. Paid us $10-a-day for framing, nailing down sub flooring, pushing loads of cement, stacking lumber, or just about anything else nasty, dusty, hot, or hard that came up.
Those times he didn't have any work were filled with us straightening up his shop, cleaning up the yard, changing oil in the gas-powered equipment, or just messin' about with some of his power tools--and that was all for free.
As a reward for some of the "free" labor, the old man gave us an old Briggs and Stratton engine and access to his welding equipment. We built us a go-kart. And the results nearly killed off his work force.
I hadn't thought about this stuff for ages until I started reading this thread.
Man, I miss those days... (sigh)
Yeah, I hear ya. For me, since the time I was about 10 I spent my Saturdays, after school hours and summers moving hogs at a hog buying station. Smelly, dirty, hot work, but the $1.25 an hour they paid was AWESOME!! And the agent paid me out of his pocket cuz he was trying to keep me out of trouble.
Then in high school I started working at a roller rink......30-35 hours a week during the school year, and 80-90 hours during the summer at the rink at the local resort area. Still managed to find time for girls, however. Priorities, I guess.
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