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When I was eight years old I got a job at the local
cattle auction, in a little town in central Kansas. I was better than a dog, I could run like hell, open gates and follow orders...so I got a man's wages (I had to get a social security card)(there were men raising families on these wages). I worked two days a week and soon was getting rich (this was in the days of 5 cent cokes and 15 cent movies). I kept my money in postal savings, but the local PostMistress got mad at me when I kept taking money out and putting money in, so she sent me down to the local bank. The bank President opened a checking account for me and showed me how to write checks. So, I went around writing 15 cent and 25 cent checks. I never considered it unusual for an eight year old to have a bank account, and none of the local businesses ever refused my checks. I even gave a check to my cousins on their birthday and explained to them how to go to the bank to cash it. I paid the grade school for my lunches with a check. I have had my own checking account since....and I still probably have the money I made when I was eight. |
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