My husband and his siblings all had to have jobs from an early age, DH was 9 when he started a six day a week evening and weekend job (washing dishes and food prep in a pub) and they contributed all of it to the household budget,(he used to feel very guilty if he kept any tips) as MiL was very ill (bedridden), and skint, single(husband shagged the whole town then ran off with one of his students, came back, emptied the bank accounts, took out loans, and re morgaged, then ran off with OW to another country,leaving MiL with a massive pile of debt) , with almost no income, she rented rooms to students.
DH and siblings ran the house bought food, cooked for students and family, cleaned the house and nursed their mother.
I can rant a lot about child carers, the shame of all of us, as it still goes on, as he has watched our children grow the enormity of his missing childhood, has become very apparent.
He is the most incredible parent and relishes every part of the children's childhood.
Before he was considered tall enough to work in a pub, he had paper rounds, ran messages, gardened, walked dogs ,busked he and his siblings were constantly doing anything to make a pound all of which went into the kitty.