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	<title>Comments on: What&#8217;s Your Earliest Money Memory?</title>
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	<description>the story of an Chicago 20-something as she tries to make, save and spend money</description>
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		<title>By: Susy</title>
		<link>http://www.thiswriterswallet.com/2007/12/15/whats-your-earliest-money-memory/#comment-406</link>
		<dc:creator>Susy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 12:01:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My earliest memory is selling my tricycle for $15 and taking my family to Dairy Queen with my proceeds and putting the rest in my savings account.  I also vividly remember a bank that I had a child that I would save whatever money I could get my hands on and put in it.  On the front it said, "A penny saved, is a penny earned."  I looked like a big combination lock.

These habits still ring true today.  I love spending money on family &#38; friends and I save whatever I can get my hands on!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My earliest memory is selling my tricycle for $15 and taking my family to Dairy Queen with my proceeds and putting the rest in my savings account.  I also vividly remember a bank that I had a child that I would save whatever money I could get my hands on and put in it.  On the front it said, &#8220;A penny saved, is a penny earned.&#8221;  I looked like a big combination lock.</p>
<p>These habits still ring true today.  I love spending money on family &amp; friends and I save whatever I can get my hands on!</p>
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		<title>By: gradgirl</title>
		<link>http://www.thiswriterswallet.com/2007/12/15/whats-your-earliest-money-memory/#comment-404</link>
		<dc:creator>gradgirl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 01:04:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow. Isn't that wild how vivid the memories can be? Orman says our earliest memories somehow connect with our current financial struggles. I'm still trying to figure that part out, honestly.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow. Isn&#8217;t that wild how vivid the memories can be? Orman says our earliest memories somehow connect with our current financial struggles. I&#8217;m still trying to figure that part out, honestly.</p>
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		<title>By: Nut</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nut</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2007 12:22:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My first memory was of my sister and her friend taking some money out of an aunt's purse that had been left behind from a party from the night before. They game me a bill and told me it was mine.

When my father found out he was furious. He yelled and screamed, then held our little hands and walked us all the way to my aunt's house telling us what we were going to say (that we were thieves) and how sorry we were.

When we got to her all we did was cry and open up our little fists with the crumpled money inside. She felt so bad for us.

I was eight.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My first memory was of my sister and her friend taking some money out of an aunt&#8217;s purse that had been left behind from a party from the night before. They game me a bill and told me it was mine.</p>
<p>When my father found out he was furious. He yelled and screamed, then held our little hands and walked us all the way to my aunt&#8217;s house telling us what we were going to say (that we were thieves) and how sorry we were.</p>
<p>When we got to her all we did was cry and open up our little fists with the crumpled money inside. She felt so bad for us.</p>
<p>I was eight.</p>
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