My first work related experience was spending a day with Daddy at work when I was about eight years old. He was a watchman at a WPA construction site. He worked in a trailer in the middle of a large yard. There were no buildings in the yard. There were just piles of stuff. I figured out that Daddy's job was to watch this stuff. I guessed that he was supposed to keep kids from playing with the stuff and keep grown ups from carrying it away. Most of the day, we sat in the trailer looking out of the window and watching the stuff. Every so often my father and I would walk around the yard and look at the stuff up close. There was a fence around the yard. Daddy and I also walked along the fence and looked at it. I did not understand why Daddy walked around and looked at things up close but I liked it because it got us outside the trailer. At first being at Daddy's work was fun. After all, I was in a big yard with lots of interesting stuff to play with. However, I just knew somehow that Daddy would not let me play with the stuff. As hour after hour passed, I noticed that I was feeling bored and uncomfortable. For some reason, I could not relax and play naturally with Daddy watching me. After what seemed like forever, Daddy and I got on a streetcar and went home. This experience gave me a lasting impression that the work grown-ups do is not fun.