I don’t care for rolling back child protections, but I started working with my dad as an 8 year old kid in a contractors family. Paying me 50 cents a day to pick up tools was an easy way to keep me happy and not pay a sitter. But I learned the trade. By 14 I could finish concrete as well as any man, and knew enough to run a crew in a bind. Other contractors would hire me to help on big projects as a kid. None of my grandsons could even imagine that. I do think you lose some of your innocents and childhood working too early, but I also think it teaches you the value of work, which often seems to be missing today.
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