Middle school -- picking strawberries. Hot, backbreaking, smelly work. They used kids (12-15) and migrant workers. You filled crates, took them to the loader. Loader would claim at least half the strawberries you picked were rotten, not ripe enough or bruised. Amazingly, these bad berries were still loaded onto the truck. At the end of the day, if a kid earned $5.00, it was a small miracle. The migrant workers usually managed to earn between $10 and $15 per day. It took me five years before I could even tolerate the smell of a strawberry. It also was the beginning of my liberal leanings.
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Army/embassy brat - traveled too much to mention
Moved here from SF Bay Area (East Bay)
"There are only two ways to live your life: One is as though nothing is a miracle; the other is as though everything is a miracle." Albert Einstein
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