I never thought too much about money when I was growing up. We certainly weren’t rich, so it’s not that money wasn’t an object. And we weren’t poor either, so I never had to think about a lack of money, or wish for more of it to buy food or the pay the rent or mortgage.
From an early age my mother tried to instill the concept of saving your pennies in me. For the most part it took pretty well. When I was old enough to receive an allowance for doing chores around the house, which I think was five dollars a week, I would add the money to my piggy bank. I would also save any money I received as gifts during birthdays or holidays. All of this money was almost invariably used to Continue reading