Paperboy
When I was thirteen, I had a job as a paperboy. Every morning, rain or shine, seven days a week, 365 days a year I got up at 3:30am to fold 150 papers, jump on my bike and deliver them to customers by 5am. The strange thing is that I never did it for the money. I did it because I loved the solitude of that time of the morning. It was eerily quite as the world around me slept. There is something about that time of day that I love. It seems funny that I actually miss that job.
