At 13, I helped the neighbor farmer baling hay all day (12 hours).
At the end of the day, he gave me a quarter. I knew right then, I didn’t want to be a farmer!
I ended up joining the Army at 17, jumping out of airplanes and helicopters! Much harder, but more fun! (and less itchy than baling hay!)
one summer, i baled hay at a horse racetrack..just brutal work, especially in the heat.
YOU GOT PAID????????
REALLY ???????
WE GOT FED......
And it was all year around chores.... not just one day.