It was the late 50s, a tad over 60 years ago. I was entering 8th grade as a 12 year old.
I loved the idea of boating and skiing. My late father allowed that, if I paid half the cost in regular payments, he would buy me a boat.
I obtained my first job. I was a newsboy delivering afternoon papers for the Miami Daily News.
The paper was established in 1896 (No contrary to popular belief, I was not alive at the time.) It became the Miami Daily News in 1925.
The job did not teach me the value of a dollar, the intention of my dad. No one was concerned in a city that had a very high crime rate in 20 years that, I might be in danger collecting bills at night, once a month. Apparently, a 12 year old on a bike with pocket change was not a worthy victim.
Nevertheless, I think it was good to start on the workforce as a pre-teen. Buying that boat to a 12 year old was the equivalent, for me, of buying our first home when I was 35.