When I was thirteen, I read about a Native American summer camp.
Kids who went there lived in teepees.
And ran 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.