When I was twelve years old, my family was working field crops (migrant workers). We would start in Arizona chopping the weeds out of the cotton fields and move on to the valleys of California to pick raisin grapes, then lettuce and so on. One year we were outside of Fresno, California pick raisin grapes. You pick a large dish pan full of grapes and spread them out on craft paper (a tray) to dry in the sun. The pay was seven cents per tray. It was hot dirty work complicated by spiders, snakes, and lizards.
At lunch one day I was eating my sandwich while sitting near the foreman who was clean, neat, and rested. I asked this foreman what his job entailed. He said he hired the workers, arranged for transportation and water, paid the workers for the farmers, and made a percentage off the workers. I asked the foreman how one could get his job and he told me what to do (with a chuckle). That was the day, I decided that there were two kinds of people in this world, workers, and bosses, and the boss was the one who made the most money. I quit the next day and started my first business, picking grapes on contract.
From then on I have always tried to be the boss. It was actually easier than one would think as so few people were trying, or wanted, the responsibility. The same is true about making money. Everyone talks about it but so few actually get out there and do it.