When I was thirteen, I read about a Native American summer camp.

Kids who went there got to live in teepees.

And run around shooting each other with bows and arrows.

I wanted to go very badly.

My parents were less enthusiastic. They said, “You pay for it, you can go.”

So I wrote my very first ad and ran it in the local paper.

When I got home from school my Mom handed me a stack of phone messages.

I had my choice of jobs: painting, gardening, babysitting, cleaning, car washing, and more.

She asked me what I wanted to do and suggested yard work would probably pay the most.

“Yard work?” I said, “The hell with yard work, I want to make ads!”

And I’ve been doing it ever since.