I had 2 paper routes as soon as I turned 10 in 1981. One was a more normal route, The Daily Journal, riding my bicycle through the neighborhood, maybe 35-40 subscribed customers. The other was The Citizen, one of those freebie papers that went to every house. 500+ papers I had to individually wrap the night before, walk with a giant bag and leave one at every house, and inevitably get yelled at by someone who didn't want it. I got paid 2 cents per paper for that one. And I learned stuff.
I worked for my mother's second husband. He had a part time carpet cleaning and building maintenance job in addition to his full time factory job. I would vacuum, clean carpets, empty trash, clean toilets. $5 here, $5 there.
Then came the aforementioned bakery. If I worked from 7AM to 11AM, the guy handed me $10 cash when I left. If I worked from 7AM to 10AM, it was $5. If I stayed until noon, it was still $10. And I learned stuff.
Then I worked for a blind old lady doing whatever she needed: stuff in her office (her late husband left some kind of business behind) reading her mail to her, having my grammar corrected, entering basic accounting into her ledger, wrapping her Christmas presents, watering her plants, checking up on whether her other employees really had done what they were supposed to have done. Pretty sure that was $5 an hour. And I learned stuff.
Through all this time, there were plenty of lawns mowed, driveways shoveled - $5 per house. Babysitting - $5 per hour. Oh - chores at home - $1 per week.
And that was all before I was of legal age to work.
But I never had to hear my mother say, "No," when I needed to put in money for some school trip or pictures, or when I wanted some baseball cards or a new Star Wars action figure.
As soon as I was old enough to get a "real job," I was part time at a retail store and part time at a bank simultaneously.
I've worked on salary in retail management for $19K to $28K, putting in 60 to 80 hours per week. When that wasn't enough and I had no skills or training to earn better, I worked overnight shifts at the port - first unloading, then promoted to loading, RPS trucks.
That's. What. You. Do. If you don't rate a higher paying job, you don't demand it, anyway. You work harder, you learn something, you make yourself more valuable, and you earn raises. You use your experience to get a better salary elsewhere. You cancel cable, you drive a crummy car, you eat ramen, you enjoy the little things. You go back to school if that's your thing. Nobody ever thought they made enough money. That was just life.
The minimum wage should have gone up a long time ago, incrementally.