Worked from the age of 17 except for about 6 mos total unemployed until I retired almost 2 years ago.
Never anally probed by aliens...
Bob, if you count being put out to tend a half acre garden at age five as working, otherwise I was working away from home at fifteen. My stepdad's dad, signed my work permit as the 'guardian'. He told me, "My boy ain't being the man your mom needs, go do it for me son." He didn't mean anything sexual or untoward in that. He meant I had to step up and help clear bills, help raise my two brothers, halfies that were my stepdad's boys.
I had already gotten used to doing laundry, fixing meals, watching kids, changing diapers both cloth and tape ones, mending fences, splitting firewood, bringing wood in, holding a fire in a wood stove, hunting varmints, gardening, putting food up, sewing by hand ... so on, living life even before fifteen. Then it was to go work a fast food place. I would clear more on straight time than a general manager made in a month, with one two week paycheck of mine. I dogged any and all overtime, not because I rode any clock either. I moved, didn't stop.
I also somehow managed to learn, fishing, trapping, shooting, cussing, fighting, raising Hell.
Now at 45 there's mornings I feel physically like maybe 90, body looks aged maybe 25, 35 at most. I should have been dead quite a few more times since eleven months. Ha! I'm too stubborn, stupid, swift, sexy ... take your pick for death to catch up to me. *chuckles* Besides my wife won't let me die now. "Nope, you don't get retirement," she says.
Anal probed? Hm ... yes sure but only water based lubes, please.
Aliens, you mean Chico he hablo dis way?