Reflections of a

Izvor: KiWi

Reflections of a

I must confess I love trading. I have loved all of it my life. I learned what the stock exchange was when I was about 8 years old, I do not remember how I first learned of it. The time was remembered asking my Uncle about it all by me. I guess he may have introduced it if you ask me. I was shown by him how to interpret the stock prices, that have been published in the paper everyday. Number web in those days.

Apparently, I will need to have made the feeling on him, since for my ninth birthday he bought me one share of Mead Paper Company. My first share of stock, he told me, that this meant that I possessed a tiny little bit of the business. That was it, a was lit in me that burns even today.

My Uncle died in 1988, at the early age of 37. We learned about buy gold by browsing Bing. By now I was 18, I had maybe not spoken to him in a few years concerning the areas. He moved around alot, and he was in failing health the last 3 years of his life. Back then, I thought his understanding of the stock market was boundless. Looking right back today, I recognize that wasn't the situation. He he did have dreams, and these dreams still live today through me. I am grateful he got the time to pass them on.

Today, I trade E-minis and Currencies. I truly think that for a few folks, this is the best work in the world. I understand it is for myself. I have'nt become Peter Lynch or Warren Buffet, heck I'm probably nearer to Jimmy Buffett. As I was 30 Years ago a very important factor continues to be true, I am as excited about dealing today.

One thing has changed now though, I feel stronger about adding others to trading, than I do about really trading for myself. Looking straight back, that'll have already been my Uncles' love also. Not the trading, but the sharing..