Our family had a paper route that went through 4 of us boys. In the family for about 15 years, we just kept handing it down once we reached age 16. 75 houses, very good tips in a regular neighborhood with a mix of docs, dentists, old retired guys, widowers, old maids, blind people, deaf people, young families, etc. Yep, had the attack dogs, a sweet old lady that taught piano from her house that had the neatest door chime. Rain was always the worst to work in, Sunday mornings were the absolute best (5am delivery time). Saved every dime of the earnings, learned about money, personal communication skills, overcame shyness, and honestly, it was the best job I ever had. Enjoyed it immensely.
The savings were stolen by friends of my brother. He got into dealing dope, told his buddies about the money being transferred between banks and it was at the house in dad's top drawer. He set it up with them. He is still my brother and good friend. Stuff happens, especially when being stupid.