My first paying job was as a paper boy for the Herald-Examiner. It was a daily afternoon paper in the 1960's, and the Sunday edition was delivered early in the morning.
I made about $1 per day folding, delivering, and collecting payment. I rode my bicycle in the hilly area of Palos Verdes. I'd take my full load of papers to the top of the route, and then coast down the way back, tossing the papers as I went. I was in seventh heaven!
Did you ever contemplate on why you took that paper all the way to the top only to bring it all the way down again?