A Lifelong Saver
I was always a different kid when it came to money. Most of my friends would spend all their money on baseball cards, music, or food. Meanwhile, I abhorred spending money.
It probably had to do with the fact that I didn’t receive a steady allowance growing up. At times, my parents would start one, and then quickly it would go by the wayside. I’m not sure if it was because they expected me to complete my chores just as a member of the family, or if there were other factors involved, but I never knew when I would see another dollar come my way.
As a semi-resourceful kid, the only way that I knew I could make a good chunk of money was in the wintertime when it snowed. I lived in a really large neighborhood, so there were many prospective customers. This was before people gravitated towards snow blowers, so my friends and I would shovel driveways all winter long and divide the profits. I remember, one winter weekend when I made $320. Though I was utterly exhausted, I felt as rich as any millionaire at that moment. I may or may not have spread all that money onto my bed and laid in it just to see what it felt like. But even as a self-made hundredaire, I don’t remember wanting to spend any of that money. I guess I’ve always been a saver.