Child LabourThere is a special part of Hell I'd like to reserve for those arses that order every single Sunday paper. Do you know how heavy that makes the bundle of papers some poor kid (ie me) has to lug around? Funny how your papers always seemed to get mangled in your letterbox...
I loved my paper round, but, looking back, I was getting paid peanuts to ruin my back and cycle around in the cold and dark. How were you exploited as a child?
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chthonic, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:05)
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shovelin'I grew up in a very rural farmhouse. My parents were authentic hippies and there were 8 kids in the house. We had running water but it was from a hand-dug shallow well. So to save water we all had to use the outhouse for number twos. Every summer we would dig a big hole by the garden and haul the piles of shit out form under the outhouse to be buried. Needless to say, it was a dreaded chore. But my siblings had it much worse than me because, by sheer luck, I was born with no sense of smell. I don't know how I could have stomached that chore otherwise. Thank god for small disabilities...
(, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 19:31, Reply)
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