The first big trade in my life wasn’t a trade on the stock market that could have made me a million or put me bankrupt. It wasn’t for my first new truck or car. It wasn’t for a rotary combine, self-propelled harvester, or disc-bine. It wasn’t when my parents moved me into a new house. I still live in the house that my parents brought me home to when I was born in the old Shawville Hospital.
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