First Job

So my first "job" was technically working as a sales clerk at a scrapbook store. But I think that my first job was before that.

The summer before 6th grade when I started babysitting.  I was a nervous wreck at first.  I remember crying the first time I went babysitting.  But soon, it became a routine.  I babysat this same family from 6th grade all the way until the summer before my senior year when I moved away.  6 years.  CRAZY! And now the kids I babysat are dating, in high school, and growing up.  Also, I look at the 11 year olds I know, and wonder, would I leave (my hypothetical) children with them.  Some, yes I would, but others, probably not.   The family must have a had trust in me.  I am so thankful for them, the steady job they gave me growing up.  I've stayed close with this family, and they even traveled 400 miles to come to my wedding.