Once when I was about 10, my parents rented a room about a block away from Hermosa Beach in Southern Calif. This was long before it got all built up. Lots of surfers there, We were 6 people (dad stayed home to continue to work, came out for the last 2 weeks we stayed) in a 1 room place, bathroom, kitchenette. After breakfast mom would shoo us older kids out of the place to spend the morning on the beach. After hunting for sandcrabs (don't know if that was their actual name, that's what we called them) and body surfing, we would haunt the beach picking up empty (and sometimes not empty) soda bottles to sell to the store to get pocket money for chips or candy. We never made a lot, just maybe a quarter but it was enough for us to get something and we'd share. My brother had a paper route but mom made all of us help him out so he wouldn't be out there delivering papers after school long into the night. His sector included a lot of highrise buildings and you had to run up the stairs leaving a paper in front of each apartment's door. Then after we'd finish, he'd take a dime and buy one large glazed donut and we'd share it. My younger brother got a job at a news stand but it didn't involved delivering papers (other than to the window of drive-up buyers). We all babysat. I also had a job in an office "bruning" (not sure that's how it was spelled, it was before photocopying, kind of like mimeographing but smelled heinous) pages of paper and removing and replacing updated to their Commerce Clearing House accounting law binders--boring as heck but it was a pay check. We'd shove snow for neighbors in winter, rake leaves in autumn, help with plantings in spring.