The first job where I actually punched a clock and paid taxes was as a dishwasher at a local Mexican restaurant at 14. To officially work that young I remember needing a work permit signed by my school and parents.

Before that, I would mow lawns in the summer and shovel snow in the winter (it seemed to slow all the time back then). I also worked for a little old lady that ran an antique store. She gave me enough cash to feed my arcade habit. I had a paper route too when The Denver Post was an afternoon paper.

Damn you Lee! Now I really feel old! Thanks for asking.