An Unusual Job
We were not rich: 6 kids, <PERSON> was an army captain, 'taxed to the max', he often grumbled, so I started earning money at an early age, first by picking up and selling glass bottles, then a paper route, ordinary kid stuff. But my brother and I did a rather unusual job once: changing targets at a shooting range. Dad was a gun lover, even shooting his revolver into a box of old books in our basement, and he drafted us to help out. 119
It felt like we were lost to the world, way out under a sand mound with an opening at the top where we had to put the fresh target after retrieving the used one. We had a walkie-talkie to relay the results and to say we were ready, but that fun soon wore out as we were there for hours... And we were paid very little! No need to say Dad couldn't find us whenever he needed THAT again! 940