David Owen
1 Parents who decide that the time has come to teach their children about money usually begin by opening savings accounts. The kids are attracted at first by the notion that a bank will pay them for doing nothing, but their enthusiasm disappears when they realize that the interest rate is tiny and, furthermore, their parents don't intend to give them access to their principal. To a kid, a savings account is just a black hole that swallows birthday checks. º¢ ×Ó Óë ½ð Ç® ´óÎÀ¡¤Å·ÎÄ
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3 The main defect in such saving schemes is that there's nothing in them for the kids. College is a thousand years away, and they probably think they'd just as soon stay home anyway. Indeed, the true purpose of such plans is usually not to promote saving but to prevent consumption. (1) Appalled by what their children spend on candy and video games (or, rather, appalled by the degree to which their children's overspending seems to mimic their own), parents devise ways to lock up their children's resources. Not surprisingly, kids quickly decide that large sums aren't real money and that all cash should either be spent immediately or hidden in a drawer.
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4 To avoid this problem with my two children, I started my own bank. It's called the First National Bank of Dave. I set up an account for each child, using the same computer program I use to keep track of my checkbook. Because I wanted my kids' deposits to grow at a pace that would hold their attention, I offered an attractive interest rate-five per cent a month. (2) Compounded, that works out to an annual rate of more than 70 per cent. (No, I don't accept deposits from strangers.) Allowances are deposited automatically on the first day of each month. The kids can make other deposits, or withdrawals, whenever they like. ΪÁ˱ÜÃâÎÒµÄÁ½¸öº¢×Ó²úÉúÕâÒ»ÎÊÌ⣬ÎÒ¿ªÉèÁË×Ô¼ºµÄÒøÐУ¬Ãû½Ð´÷·òµÚÒ»¹ú¼ÒÒøÐС£ÎÒÓüǼ×Ô¼ºÖ§Æ±²¾Ê¹ÓÃÇé¿öµÄͬһ¸öµçÄÔ³ÌÐò¸øÿ¸öº¢×Ó¿ªÁËÒ»¸öÕË»§¡£ÒòΪÎÒÏ£Íûº¢×Ó´æ¿îÔö³¤µÄËÙ¶È×ãÒÔÒýÆðËûÃǵÄ×¢Ò⣬±ã¸øËûÃÇÒ»¸öÓÕÈ˵ÄÀûÂÊ¡ª¡ªÔÂÏ¢5Àå¡£ÒÔ¸´Àû¼ÆË㣬ÄêÏ¢´ïµ½70%ÒÔÉÏ¡££¨²»£¬ÎÒ²»½ÓÊÜÍâÀ´´æ¿î¡££©Á㻨ǮÔÚÿÔµÚÒ»Ìì×Ô¶¯´æÈë¡£º¢×ÓÃÇÒ²¿ÉÒ԰ѱðµÄÇ®´æ½øÀ´£¬Ïë´æ¾Í´æ£¬ÏëÈ¡¾ÍÈ¡¡£
5 The Bank of Dave, which has been in operation four years, instantly turned both my children into keen savers. My son still comes to me with change he has found on the floor of the car, saying, \roll back my monthly interest rate to three per cent. The kids protested when I announced the change, but they nodded solemnly when I explained that the law of supply and demand applies even to the supply of money. The kids help me calculate their interest -- a useful lesson in averaging and percentages. (3) I give them unlimited access to their funds, no questions asked, and I provide printed statements on demand. ´÷·òÒøÐоӪÁË4Ä꣬һÏÂ×ӾͰÑÎÒµÄÁ½¸öº¢×Ó±ä³ÉÁËÈÈÐĵĴ¢ÐîÕß¡£ÖÁ½ñÎÒ¶ù×ÓÔÚ³µÀïÕÒµ½ÁãÇ®ÈÔ»áÀ´ÕÒÎÒ˵£¬ ¡°½ñÌì¾Í°ÑÕâ¸öÉÏÕË¡£¡±Á½¸öº¢×ӵĴæ¿îÔö³¤ºÜ¿ì£¬Á½ÄêÖ®ºó£¬ÎÒ²»µÃ²»½«ÔÂÀûÂʽµÖÁ3Àå¡£ÎÒÐû²¼µ÷µÍÀûÂÊʱÁ½¸öº¢×Ó·´¶Ô£¬¿Éµ±ÎÒ½âÊÍ˵¹©Çó·¨ÔòͬÑùÊÊÓÃÓÚ»õ±Ò¹©Ó¦ºó£¬Á½ÈËÑÏËàµØµãÍ·ÔÞͬ¡£Á½¸öº¢×Ó°ïÎÒÒ»Æð¼ÆËãËûÃǵÄÀûÏ¢¡ª¡ªÕâ¿ÉÊÇѧϰ¼ÆËãƽ¾ùÖµÓë°Ù·Ö±ÈµÄÆÄΪÓÐÓõÄÒ»¿Î¡£ËûÃÇʹÓÃ×Ô¼ºµÄ×ʽðÎÒ²»¼ÓÈκÎÏÞÖÆ£¬²»×÷ÈκÎѯÎÊ£¬ÎÒ»¹¸ù¾ÝÒªÇóËæʱÌṩ´òÓ¡µÄÕ˵¥¡£
6 The high rate of interest is not the only attractive feature of the Bank of Dave. Equally important from the kids' point of view is that their accounts belong to them. When they save, they harvest the benefit; when they want to spend, they don't need permission. Children who have no control over their own funds have no incentive not to beg for money and then spend every dollar that comes into their hands.
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7 The way to help children become rational consumers is to give them more control, not less. Before we go on vacation, I'll usually give my kids an extra twenty bucks or so, which I deposit in their accounts. I tell them that they can spend the extra money on a T-shirt, save it, spend it before we leave, or do anything else they want with it -- but that while we are on vacation, they won't receive any additional pocket money from me (except in the form of communal purchases considered by custom to be vacation entitlements, such as candy, ice cream, movie tickets, and so on). Because any money they spend starts out as theirs, not mine, they think twice before throwing
it away. In a souvenir store on Martha's Vineyard a couple of summers ago my son quietly studied the unpromising merchandise while a friend of his loudly cajoled his parents into paying five dollars for a toy gun, which fell apart almost before we got back to the car. My son ended up spending thirty-three cents for an unopened geode, which he later cracked open by hitting it with a hammer -- a good value, it seemed to me. If he had been spending my money instead of his, he undoubtedly would have wanted a toy gun instead.
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