Job #1: Paperboy

When I was ten or eleven I took over my brother's newspaper route, delivering papers to our neighborhood. After a couple months the long hours (I had to work like an hour a day! Sometimes even in the morning!), low pay, and no holidays or vacation wore me down. I gave up my candy/toy money (heck, Santa would still bring me candy and toys) and quit, deciding I didn't need to work anymore. I wish not working still only meant no more candy or toys except on Christmas.