When I was in the 5th grade I had a Plainfield paper route that required me to walk with a bag that surely weighed about the same as me. I still remember nearly every house on that route, especially the ones on the hills with 30 steps leading up to them. I also remember the lady who offered me ice cold pink lemonade. I’m glad I did that work. It provided me with money for my first checking account and a few candy bars. My mom taught me how to track money in my ledger. It was dirty work rolling those papers. It was hard work. Made me who I am. #Grateful #BlogLifeLessonStoriesLikeThis #IFeltSafe #RodeBusToPaperPlaceFromSchoolIMustHaveBeenBrave

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