I was just 13 and half years old, when my Mum got me up early one Saturday morning, telling me I was accompanying her to the local High Street.
This was back in the early 1950's, part time employment was allowed from 14 years of age. Mum took, to a large very posh shop selling good class glass and crockery. On their door they had a notice saying they were looking for Saturday staff.
I had no say in this, Mum & Dad had decided I was wasting my Saturdays lying in bed, she happily lied about my age and by 9.10 am she left to go home leaving me employed.
I had no desire for this job, but once I got used to it, did like the 15 shillings I received for a 9.00 am - 5.20 pm day. Also worked there in school holidays 5 and half days a week for the grand sum of £3.10s.
Mum & Dad still continued with my pocket money and I used my earnings to purchase shoes (mainly). A couple of years later the small tobacconist/newspaper shop opposite towhere I lived asked me if I would help them out on Sunday mornings for a couple of hours. They had a rush when the local Catholic Church came out. The paid me 10 shillings for that, so, at under 15, I was getting 10 shillings pocket money plus my earning for weekends of £1.5 shillings.
Gave me an insight in working, and the enjoyment of having money for myself.