Two summers.
Spoiled fat kid sent to work on a farm at 14 years old. At first I hated it. After 3 weeks Mom had to drag me home after work. I ended up staying there through the week nights.
What a learning experience it was. I proved to old Charlie I could drive the equipment and he let me loose. Very cool! Raking, baling, hauling, using the manure spreader were all things I looked forward to.
That summer the two of us put away 12,000 bales.
I kept a glass in the dairy and after haying would head down and scoop the milk (mostly cream) off the top of the cooler. Always did like milk, still have a glass a day.
The end of the summer I bought a used mini trail 70 and went back to school no longer fat with added muscle on.
Worked for another farmer the next year, better pay but all we had to do was pile hay. Not near as much fun.