My 14-year-old son wants to buy a new iPhone but has no idea how he's going to pay for it.
Well, in my day, this was easy: by putting paper sheets in trays and picking tomatoes. What Westland schoolchild wasn’t raised doing this? I must have been about eight when I had my first job: filling trays with 9 cm pots, together with my sister. We stacked them up high. Occupational therapy rather than work, we got paid nevertheless, and one cent per tray at that!
Years later, we got our own little section to grow pot plants and eventually a few beds of chrysanthemums. One step at a time. In addition, we obviously also worked overtime during the school holidays because, well, those stereos and CDs weren’t going to pay for themselves.
