A childhood belief about work

I used to believe that when my father went to 'work' and every dad that went to work, went out to a forest and they all did lumberjack stuff. They'd all cut down trees and for some reason form a line standing across a raging river and transport fallen trees to the other side, across rapids and jagged rocks, because that's where they needed them. My father was actually the president of a company and went to work every day in a suit, i just assumed he changed in a locker room in which everything was made out of wood. I hadn't come up with something that working moms did, for i didn't know they existed, i thought all moms stayed home.