Same way I was taught. You don't get shit unless you do something for it.
When I was a kid, my dad hired me to do jobs on the clock around the house for $10 an hour, or whatever minimum wage was at the time. We had a set schedule, we had a fake tax schedule. We wrote everything out, calculated it, pretended to invest it into things like real estate etc.
When I was younger I used the money I saved up, around $15,000, to buy the shack outside our house. My first "investment". Rules were it was completely mine and my parents couldn't touch it. Insulated, spacious, my own little lofty apartment type. It was great, during high school I basically turned it into a smoke shack.
I kept it until college, at which point my dad pulled out the original $15k I gave him for it and used it for my college fund and said "you now know how to value money". He wasn't a man of many words, so when he says something like that it really means a lot.
I was taught this from a super young age, I didn't even bother to beg or throw a fit about anything because I knew my dad would just stare at me until it was over, and if I didn't have the cash, I didn't get the cookies.
When I was a kid, my dad hired me to do jobs on the clock around the house for $10 an hour, or whatever minimum wage was at the time. We had a set schedule, we had a fake tax schedule. We wrote everything out, calculated it, pretended to invest it into things like real estate etc.
When I was younger I used the money I saved up, around $15,000, to buy the shack outside our house. My first "investment". Rules were it was completely mine and my parents couldn't touch it. Insulated, spacious, my own little lofty apartment type. It was great, during high school I basically turned it into a smoke shack.
I kept it until college, at which point my dad pulled out the original $15k I gave him for it and used it for my college fund and said "you now know how to value money". He wasn't a man of many words, so when he says something like that it really means a lot.
I was taught this from a super young age, I didn't even bother to beg or throw a fit about anything because I knew my dad would just stare at me until it was over, and if I didn't have the cash, I didn't get the cookies.