I vaguely remember selling chocolates door to door as a kid for our school (this is in Queensland), working my butt off every afternoon and hustling every street in my allowed catchment area to sell two whole boxes worth of Cadbury Dove in the space of a week. There were prizes in the offing for the kids who could sell the most, see, and I had my eye on this awesome backpack.
I feel proud of my accomplishments and handed in the sixty odd dollars revenue in anticipation of getting into at least the top three for the school, only to have my hopes crushed when they held the big announcement assembly and they're announcing that some of my classmates sold five, six, eight times what I managed with just my bike and my own two feet. I was flabbergasted and asked my classmates how they did it, thinking that surely they had amazing selling skills and visited every house twice.
Nope, they never bothered going door to door at all, instead just gave the boxes to their parents to sell at work. For my trouble, I never did get that backpack. I got a ruler or pencil sharpener or something like that instead. That, and a valuable lesson in the relative value of hard work when compared to family connections and taking credit for other people's work.
That was a good memory. Hadn't thought about it in years.