When I was 16, I wanted a real job as a step up from my paper route. I couldn't get hired anywhere, so I grabbed a shovel and went door to door asking people if they wanted their driveway shoveled. They asked "how much" and I'd say "Oh, I don't know, $10-$20, whatever you think is fair based on the job I do. They'd agree, and I did a great job getting all of the snow scraped off, right down to the cement. They'd be impressed and end up paying somewhere between $20-$40. In my first night I made $100. A minimum wage job at the time would have paid about $40 for an 8 hour full time shift, so I made 2.5 times the hourly wage of someone working 8 hours in their work day, amd I only had to work 4 hours to do so. I told my best friend about it the next day. He was also having no luck getting a job, so I asked him if he wanted to partner with me and we would split the money equally. He agreed. Working together was way better. We finished jobs faster than I could by myself, so we got to more jobs per hour. After 2 hours we were tired and wanted to quit for the night. We each left with $80. A full time minimum wage job would have only paid $40 for an 8 hour shift. That night, I became hooked on working for myself. More money, less time working, work or not whenever I want to. Anytime I did have a job working for someone, I would always think back to being 16 years old, making 8 times the minimum wage and how good that felt. I'd always long for that feeling again and used it to find another attempt at being self employed.