Sooo I been posting around lately, i dont want to trade my kids in just to make a little side money so i been opening up to the concept of doing some housekeeping on the side along with sitting a couple more kids. That to me isnt really work, im doing it anyways why not take advantage and get a few bucks for it. Its always nice to have some play money for the kiddos if we want to stop for icecream or carnivals or what not. We never had that much money growing up, I worked most of my life to help my family. Age 11 is when I had my first job. Living in a hussle and bussle city, not to mention projects and crime everywhere it always stayed in the back of my mind not to go to far for work. I started out going door to door in my neighborhood collecting cans to recycle. Every friday me and my brother would set out with our little wagon besides us hoping some of the neighbors were to lazy to get rid of their cans, and sure enough it never failed. We would take our cans to the corner wilson farms and get a small lump some of pocket change back to splurge on kid things like pizza and what nots. We grew up living on hot dogs, sugar and bread, mac and cheese cheap affordable things, so having pizza was a big luxury to us. After that a little shop opened up right at the end of my street, i was more interested in the owners son then working at the time (i was around 12) but she offered a position making a few dollars a week peeling eggs and helping her set up her shop...i couldnt refuse. Looking back on a old reflection puts a smile on my face, its kinda funny how much our past affects our future. I never lost that ambition to provide for myself and others. So here I am world throwing myself out again at your mercy. I promised myself i wouldnt get caught up in money...that everything holds no value in the end...but it sure is nice to feel independent and I think thats the fuel for my fire.