I couldn't even drive yet... and at the end of the day after delivering fast food ingredients (mostly frozen fries) these two kids would show up at a neighborhood bank, pulling money out of our pockets, etc. Made up a deposit slip: our boss never once questioned the amount that made it into his bank account. Hello , the bank tellers would simply go bananas today just seeing two super-scruffy kids with holes in their gym shoes & t-shirts pulling out cash in their (blessedly air-conditioned) lobby.
My gawd, those were the days. Not an effin' worry in the world :-)))