As a kid in high school I would go work at the auto junk-yard till dark. I really had the time of my life back then.
I met the best and worse kind of people, I had to be street smart and live on the ragged edge of the law dealing in cars, wheels, and such stuff, stolen or not, it would come through our place and we were able to digest and manage the straight and honest sales as was as the shady ones. I gained a lot of knowledge, skill, and a strong work ethic because I continued to work there even after High school. I really enjoyed the hard work of fetching parts in the yard in all kinds of weather, laying in the mud or snow to dissect those cars, lots of times M'Gyvering a solution to free that part out of the car without the right tools. I will tell you about the [wig] incident if we have a date, it's a whole other story...
Sometimes I drive past the empty lot where that yard use to be. Back in it's day that place was a growing and thriving business and I was really happy with myself to know that I was a cog in the wheel making success of the place. But like life often goes, things fell apart, people parted ways and now its only a memory, but it did steer me in the right direction for success in my current work.
potato pierogi ;-)