The sun beat down as I heaved a 5-gallon bucket of unpeeled potatoes out to the barn. I was 11 years old and had just started my first job at Taylor’s Refresher. The position had been nearly thrust on me by a group of kids who ran the place during the summers. I should have been more concerned about what I’d signed up for because they were too relieved and happy when I agreed to take the job. But I had no time to consider it because other pressing issues loomed ahead.
My new boss, the oldest kid of the group, had told me to take the bucket of future french fries to an old barn 50 yards away… Read more >>>
