Damn good way to grow up if you ask me. My dad was a Dodge master mechanic, and he worked right across the street from my grade school, so I would go over every day and sweep the floor, and the owner would buy me a soda pop lol.
One year 1970, he let my dad drive a brand new Roadrunner Super Bird up to some snowmobile races my brother was riding in. Man, as a kid, I thought I was the coolest person alive.