Ah, the way life use to be.
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I began distributing ads in mailboxes all around the area at 12, then I babysitted a little on Friday nights (which allowed me to view the late cine club show which let me discover the Marx Brothers, Harold Lloyd, and others stupendous oldies young French scholars could never know about. I also experimented working on markets, leading younger kids in camp, also cooking for them. I had less money than most boys my age I knew, but it was mine, not something my parents would give me to rid of me.🤓
The satisfaction of earning your own money! I baby sat, delivered newspapers, and did my brothers choirs for them. That's why we are different, we can think, earn and learn for ourselves.
I think what made me the happiest was to feel useful and trusted. I was the last of 5 living kids (the 3rd before me died a few hours after being born) and always felt alone and neglected.
Sounds like your family went through some hard times. You were trying to find your place within the family unit while trying to make yourself stand out and be useful. Our xperiences made us who we are. I'm happy with me and wouldn't have changed anything, hopefully you are too.
I was born in France where Mum is from, but my Father was born in « Yugoslavia » (there’s no way I could legitimate this freak of a country). As he was a poet and journalist, he got tricked into getting back there from France a few months after I was born. He was sent in Gulag for insulting « Tovaritch Tito » with a poem. He came back weighing half as much as I was about 6. He swore he would end his second hunger only outside of this communist shithole and he did. I grew in a poor family and without a Dad when I would have needed him most. Instead, was mostly interacting with a delicious Lady born in 1897 who was never allowed to marry because her older sister passed when she wasn’t even a teen: the General R. Had to have a sister to serve him.
Story of my life.