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When I Was Young, I Was Very Poor. But I Can Tell You, After Years of Honest Work, I Am No Longer Young.
Hello, my dear readers and fellow journeyers through life! As I sit here, pondering my past escapades and present musings, a memory bubbles up from the annals of time. Ah, yes, the days of my youth — a time when my wallet was thin, my dreams were grand, and my sense of direction was, well, less than grand. But fear not, for I come bearing a tale of how life’s little quirks and the relentless march of time have taken me from being a young, penniless dreamer to a somewhat less-young, but more seasoned, individual.
You see, the narrative of my financial beginnings was about as thin as my bank account at the time. There I was, a wide-eyed dreamer armed with a dollar and a dream, ready to conquer the world — or at least order a value meal from the nearest fast-food joint. Those were the days of penny-pinching, bargain-hunting, and finding ingenious ways to turn a handful of change into a small feast. I mastered the art of seeking out free samples at supermarkets with the determination of a treasure hunter, and I could stretch a dollar so far, it practically circled the Earth.
But my friends, time has a funny way of marching on, and with it, it bestows a thing called “age” upon us all. No longer am I that sprightly, wallet-wary young person who’d…
