Spent a lot of my early years helping on my uncles dairy farms. Baling hay, cleaning out calf pens with a pitch fork and wheelbarrow. Helping to milk and feed the cows. I remember baling hay all day and my uncle paying me $5 a day. He always was tighter than two coats of paint, but the work sure was a good character builder. When I wasn't helping on the farm my dad kept me busy with working in the big garden we had, and mowing acres of grass with a push mower. My pay for that was three meals a day and a place to sleep. When I turned 16 I started working part time at a greenhouse. While going to school, still helped my cousin on the farm, and still helping dad. So there wasn't much time to get into any trouble.