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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