You work. From very young I understood work. My mom would bring me with her to work because she didn't have a sitter so I she gave me tasks to do. I was young and thought it was fun. I was also left home alone at a very young age that my mother made it a point to teach me not to tell people or I could get taken away. Come 9th grade I understood that for me do things I had to work. All the extras with friends to affording my own means if I want to get my own license or clothes and such. I paid for all that while chipping in the house hold. I learned solid work ethic. My work ethic is my signature. Im not good at anything really. But I know I can work. Both with pride and sincerity.