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I guess I was about 6. I'd go with Dad to the airport on Saturdays while he was working, filling out payroll reports. I'd wander the terminal, everyone would put me to work (washing cars at Hertz & Avis, straightening up displays at the gift shops, peeling potatos & hand cranking ice cream at the cafe)...I'd usually get "paid off" with Matchbox cars, home-made hand-cranked vanilla ice cream or coffee. Good times.