Ain't that the truth!
This brings back memories. When I was a kid, the elderly widow down the road would hire 4 or 5 or us teenagers to put up hay at $1 an hour. Hard work, (especially up in the loft) but we were on top of the world. No shirts, getting tanned and working on our muscles.
For some reason, the local girls seemed to orbit the operation as well.
Everyone got a big farm lunch and all the cold iced tea you could drink. We switched out driving her old 2 cylinder B pulling the wagon for a break.
There's been nothing since quite like walking home at 16 in the summer twilight with a $10 bill and a pretty girl's phone number in your pocket.