I can't remember how old I was, but the only PPE I had was a pair of corderoy short trousers and some hand knitted gloves with no end on the fingers. My job was to hold the branches over an old carpenters saw horse while my Father used an incredibly noisy Danarm chainsaw to cut them up.If you can imagine the noisiest 2 two stroke motorbike and then take it's exhaust off, that would still be quieter than that saw. I used to quite like the job, it was only when the branch got down to the last 6inches that I got worried!!
As I got older I took over the use of the saw, it was always a brute to start and if one was slightly tentative it would backfire ripping the handle out of ones grip.
I got my own back on the Danarm a few years later. While doing a spot of welding on an old Morris Minor, I had not realised someone had patched the fuel line with a bit of plastic, which melted. We found the remains of the saw as we cleared the burnt out shed.