I started my first real job on my 15th birthday. My Dad owned a small grocery store. I worked 32 hours a week, babysat and volunteered as a candy striper at the hospital. My parents beleived if they kept me busy there would be no time to get in trouble. I worked at my Dad's store until he died when I was 17. The new owner wanted me to stay on, but I had a hard time after my dad died.