When I was a little girl, say around 4 or 5, my daddy told us he was 12 years old, which seemed very old to me! He would go off to work every day, and every Friday he would come home with a bag of pink Wintergreen mints because it was pay day, and that's how they paid him. My sisters and I were always happy that he shared his pay with us. Oh, how wonderful to be a grownup working for wintergreens! ~ Nancy from Washington