Pocket Money I
I was really lucky - folding is the most boring part and you can get blistered hands from the smoothness of the newsprint. Not to mention newsprint stains, the additional task of inserting junkmail circulars and enduring an uncomfortable sitting position on the floor beside the front door.
It took me a while to get comfortable riding my bike with the weight of a full box of newspapers on the back. Certainly, I came off more than a few times in the few years that I did the job. I still recall the buzz that first time I got the paper into a mailbox without needing to stop my bicycle - and that particular box, on Campbell St in Wanganui, one block over from my house on Wicksteed St. After a while, I got so there were only a few places on the run that required a full stop, and only one or two danger spots with barky dogs. I was petrified of dogs, particularly big barky ones, until I was about 12 or 13 and had grown used to the eccentricities of our own dog, acquired when I was 11.
The wage was paltry, and once I discovered how to withdraw money from my account - and then got my first eftpos card, aged 14 or so - it was all over. I needed to find a better paying job.