My first job was a babysitting job. It was the summer after the sixth grade. The little boy I used to watch was named Andrew. I was in the local grocery store one day and this little boy that was about 1 1/2 was running from his mother. He ran straight to me and grabbed my leg. When his mother tried to take him, he reached for me to pick him up...so I did. When I tried to give him to his mom, he would not let go of my neck
. So after about five minutes of this, I agreed to walk her to her house with hopes that he would eventually let me put him down. Well so much for that, I ended up staying there until about 8 o'clock when the little lad fell asleep. A couple of weeks later I ran into Andy and his mom at the store again and he reached and cried for me like he had lost his mind. She then asked me if I was interested in babysitting...at first I was looking at her like she was crazy. When she said the job paid $60 per week
it was all good. I watched Andy all summer and made a killing.