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The next assignment asked me to write my "money story," starting with my first memory about money.
When I was about five, maybe six, my mom was giving me a four-dollar a week allowance. Each week after dance-class I was able to go to a store to buy something with my four dollars. One week she said to me, "You could save it until next week you know, and then you could buy something worth eight dollars."
I thought about that, but felt it wasn't worth it. It'd take twenty dollars to get a nice Barbie doll or nifty toy, so that would take five weeks, which was essentially forever. I said as much to my mom, who seemed disappointed with my response.
"Good things come to those who wait," she said. Then she said she'd hold my four dollars for me for next week, and I became very upset. It felt like betrayal. Seeing my distress she gave in and let me spend it..