First Job Ever

When I was 13 years old I had my first job. I was a junior camp counselor for preschool age children. I think I made $6-7 an hour. The children were adorable. There were some that you had to sit with for an hour every morning because they cried their little hearts out when they're parents dropped them off. It was pitiful. I didn't know how to convince them they weren't be abandoned, only dropped off to play with us for a couple hours, so Mommy and Daddy could work. There were others though who loved joining us every morning, with big grins on their faces they greeted their little friends and danced and played so well with each other. The only bad part was the cleaning up after them. Its gross and annoying. Its gross because they'd call out to you from the bathroom needed you to help them. Its annoying because no matter how much you teach them, they make a mess regardless. Mostly though I felt it was rewarding. To this day I see children in my community that were my campers and no matter how old they are, I giggle to myself because I can still hear them say, " Teacher, I need to be wiped."