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Reminiscing about the 60s and 70s made me think of this.
When I was 15, I worked a few days in a mission office stuffing envelopes, surrounded by wall murals of headhunters holding up heads and headless torsos. Imagine that today!
The first thing I was proud to buy was a hardback copy of "Gone with the Wind".
What were you thrilled to buy with your first (probably teenage) paycheck?
Reminiscing about the 60s and 70s made me think of this.
When I was 15, I worked a few days in a mission office stuffing envelopes, surrounded by wall murals of headhunters holding up heads and headless torsos. Imagine that today!
The first thing I was proud to buy was a hardback copy of "Gone with the Wind".
What were you thrilled to buy with your first (probably teenage) paycheck?
Good lord I have no idea. I wrapped Christmas presents at a department store as my first job. I probably saved every penny to buy my car!
Let's see, it was $40/week before taxes at my first (8-5) job right out of high school. Knowing my priorities then, it was probably clothes and a piece of jewelry (real, not costume.) And gas for the car in order to drive to the mall to buy them.
Six months after my first paycheck, I applied for a car loan to buy my first new car. I had to wait that long because the banks wouldn't look at any applicant who hadn't worked at least that long. The monthly car payment was $40, so that was 25% of my total gross pay. By that time I'd opened up six new credit cards, so most of the rest of the other three paychecks went for those. Good thing I was living at home and didn't need to pay rent. The notion of putting money into a savings account, as my mom kept nagging me to do, went in one ear and out the other.
My mom used to tell me that "money burns a hole in your pocket"; I'd always laugh and say "Money is for spending." Ah, the financial stupidity of youth.
Probably spent it on art supplies or riding lessons, but not all of it. While we were under the family roof our dad never let any of us spend all of what we earned. We had to put a percentage away into savings no matter how small. I had to keep an accounting ledger book when I was 10. He'd inspect it. Everyone in the house dreaded that last Sunday of the month.
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The notion of putting money into a savings account, as my mom kept nagging me to do, went in one ear and out the other. 
