I'll go first! My first job was as an ice cream scooper at the Salty Dog Cafe on Hilton Head Island, where I grew up. I lived almost literally next door to the restaurant.

What I learned: those T-shirts they make you wear aren't free. I think I lost my entire first pay check to buying those mandatory T-shirts! I also learned that working in an ice cream shop makes the smell of ice cream not so desirable after the first week.

A summer before we were of age to work, my mom had us volunteering at the senior hospital. Lots of games of bingo and delivering mail. A WWII veteran taught us Cribbage. Quite a summer.

I washed baby nipples...Seriously. Worked third shift at Abbott Labs in Spartanburg washing rubber baby nipples in a big mechanized, tumbler drum, using a solution of water, silicon, and chlorine. Also had to maintain the chlorine tanks, which was dangerous and required Haz-Mat training. Oh yeah, baby nipples are totally hardcore, dude. Don't believe me? The guy who had the job before me had his arm ripped off in the wash drum and bled to death. Suckle on that.

Me too Greg, I always volunteered at local summer camp as a C.I.T.= counselor in training then got my jobs every years at a summer camps, even in college worked at a sleep away camp, teaching land sports including gymnastics at Fernwood Camp in Ma. It didn't pay much but, fun, fun, fun. learned how to teach archery, swim classes. Loved camps so much earned a BPS in Recreation. worked up to asst camp director, then at creedmore psych center in Queens, n.y. as a recreation therapist. even worked at board of disabilities in chas. for a while as a recreation therapist. now into marketing my husbands business. I miss camp