At age 10, my brother and I wanted new bikes. My dad said we could earn our way to one, so he fronted us a few cases of pop and dropped us off at a golf course to sell them 75¢ a can. Being little kids, most of the golfers had us keep the buck. We smoozed, we earned. I still have that bike, worse for the wear, but still have it. At age 17, I needed money for prom and didn't have a job. So a buddy and I started a lawn mowing business in the neighborhood, charging $10 a lawn, s