When I was about fourteen years old, I loved to do nothing and live at the expense of my parents, and in the family my mother was the only survivor, my father did not work, so he used to earn some money and earn not so much money, but still... And so, at the age of fourteen I, for the first time, earned my first money!
It was evening, as I always ran on the street and chased the ball with my friends, after football we used to sit in the gazebo and chat. From a friend's story, I learned that he was working on the field. I wanted to try myself in the role of "farmer".
I got up at 6 am and went to a friend, where we went to his uncle; he took us to this very field. A man of about 40-50 years old met us. He immediately explained what and how to do. On the field already worked about a dozen people, some chopped cabbage. A friend suggested doing the work in turn: first I stood holding the bag, and he folded, then I folded, and he held it. This work seemed to me very simple, we managed to work out from 8:00 to 14:00, collected all the cabbage, but it was not there. It was necessary to load all these bags first into the car, and then into the van. Well, God is with him, I thought, and we managed 6-7 flights, I do not remember exactly.
When we were finished, we were invited to eat, there was a pilaf, I did not want to eat, I just could not or I was squeamish (I was so), I thought that now I would die of fatigue, it was raining, which was generally wonderful, I was sitting under a warm rain, After an endless heat and admired the gray sky, and my friend was sitting in such a peculiar house of some cardboard, such a house could be called a shed and ate pilaf. From his words, the pilaf was delicious. The man took us back home and as we arrived, we got our money, only 20 dollars. Well, then I realized that making money is not so easy. At that moment, I experienced mixed feelings: on the one hand, I was proud of myself, on the other - I realized that for a whole day of hard work I received such a small amount.
All tired, I came home, gave money to my mother, because I could easily spend them on all sorts of things that I did not need, and she would let them out for anything that our family would really need. Then I realized that it's time to become at least a little grown up and stop sitting around your parents' neck.
Now I'm 16 years old, I worked half a year in the workshop not far from my house and I like it, my first real job is not dusty. What I like about work is getting money. This is the best! Over the summer, I did not ask Mom for money, I earn it myself, even in the summer, and I'm proud of it.
When I was about fourteen years old, I loved to do nothing and live at the expense of my parents, and in the family my mother was the only survivor, my father did not work, so he used to earn some money and earn not so much money, but still...