I was paid to bring shingles up the roof; I wasn't big enough to carry an entire bundle so I busted them open and carried what I could. Other jobs included slinging and stacking hay, driving tractors and any other chore that paid me. It was common for us boys to be loaned out to work for neighbors and not get anything but a meal. My first official tax paying job (18) was working machinery in a factory. The military was my way out and back in. I didn't take dads route, no cows, or horses of my own but I raise, and build most of what I need and have enough to share with others. I own three businesses and have land scattered around the county.
The youth of today crying poverty and give me/you owe me are disgusting creatures. Most of my employees are older and I let them bring their children to work. The rooms in the back are used as schools for the home schooled. The employees come in earlier or stay late to get the schoolwork done (their idea, and I quickly agreed) and the older kids earn money spicing up the place. They are learning how life really works while also getting a better education than most.
