When I get up in the mornings, my first job is to get outside and do whatever needs to be done. Before the temperature gets up to 85 degrees. Which means I have to get out there very early!
While it is still foggy.
But, well after I have had my coffee. First things first.
This morning while I was riding on the mower I remembered my first job. The summer between fourth and fifth grades I got a job cutting our neighbor's grass. The memory of doing this has always been with me, but until this morning it never registered in my brain that I had a paying job when I was ten years old!
That was also the year that I put a penny on the railroad track behind our house to see if it would get flat. It did. It was the year that Dad had a remote controlled airplane with a wind-up propeller and when he taught me how to do the wind up I let go too soon and the blades cut my forefinger on my right hand. I still have the five little scars on that finger where the blade cut me as it unwound. And it was the year that one day when I didn't feel like going to school, Mom took my temperature right after I had drunk some hot chocolate. Not surprisingly, my temp was horribly high and I got to stay home. I knew why it was high, but didn't mention the hot chocolate to Mom.