None of us kids got allowances. When we wanted money, we walked along the roadside picking up beer cans and bottles that we redeemed for two cents each.
Brian and I also collected scrap metal that we sold to the junk dealer for a penny a pound- three cents a pound for copper.
There were so many rows and rows of delicious candies to choose from that we'd spend an hour trying to decide how to spend ten cents we'd each made. We'd pick a piece of candy and then, as we got ready to pay for it, change our minds and pick another piece, until the man who owned the store got mad and told us to stop fingering all his candy and make a purchase and get out.
Brian's favorite was the giant SweeTart candies, which he licked until his tongue was so raw it bled. I loved chocolate, but it was gone too quickly, so I usually got a Sugar Daddy, which lasted practically half the day...
On our the way back from the candy store, Brian and I liked to spy on the Green Lantern- a big dark green house with a sagging porch right near the highway. Mom said it was a cathouse bu, but I never saw any cats there, only women wearing bathing suits or short dresses who sat or lay out on the porch, waving at the cars that drove by.
Brian and I would hide behind the sagebrush across the highway, trying to peer inside the front door when someone went in or out, but we could never see what was going on.