Making Life Happen

I'm not sure about you but when I think about my childhood I smile a lot. I was all of twelve years old when I was offered a job at a local restaurant where my brother already worked. Now, allow me to stipulate that I suppose that technically that could be a violation of child labor laws. The truth is that i am currently 6'3" and 250 pounds and at that time i was already quickly approaching that apex, so unless I let the cat out of the proverbial bag nobody would know but me. I just remember the cat I was working for keep reminding me that if anyone asked, I was to tell them I was 16.

Twelve may seem like a pretty tender age to start working but I was already aware that if I was going to have any spending money for myself, I'd have to go out and work for it. I wanted to live my life and that was going to require money. Mom had all she could do with rubbing two pennies together. Raising boys for a woman by herself