Soiled
This will be my first ever post on b3ta, so here's a bit of reminiscence from my childhood:

My family used to live in a lovely house in the middle of nowhere, big yard, lots of privacy, all that. The only problem was that we had a septic tank that would periodically have to be emptied. No problem, we could call up a truck to come pump it out for us. But the lid to the tank was buried about 2 feet down in the front yard, and the company that sends the trucks wouldn't dig it up for us. Now, my father has had back problems since before I was born, and my mother was too weak to do any sort of manual labour, so they gave me the "responsibility" of digging out this tank every few years. I have a sister that's two years older than me, so I'm not sure why they made me do it, maybe because I've always been a bit of a tomboy and had enough energy to power a small city. But regardless of the reasons, I'd always find myself in the front yard with a shovel, spending hours on end digging up the lid to this tank. Fortunately, the lid was about 6 inches of concrete and did a wonderful job of keeping the smell of raw sewage out, but it was still hard work, and usually in the middle of summer.

Did I get payed for this? Not at all. Apparently, the hard work was supposed to build character or somesuch. I got really good at digging holes, though, which comes in handy digging fire pits on camping trips.
(Morgan is a damn dirty hippie, Wed 22 Feb 2006, 7:38, Reply)