My dad was giving me ten bucks every week as pocket money when I was seven years old. While my mom didn’t really support the idea, my dad kept telling her “kids need to know what money is actually worth; nothing better than just experiencing it first hand”.
As an american student in a german school (I was living in Europe at the time), racism was a bit of an issue as all the kids were still drawing swastikas everywhere: On the ground, the walls, the toilets, my desk… You name it. When the teachers weren’t around, I would get beaten up because I was an american, one of those who killed their grandparents. I was guilty. Even though I didn’t understand why they hated my, I thought it was all my fault, and didn’t know what to do aside from just sucking it up.
One day I was going home, walking in the main avenue, where I saw my dad in his car, giving what seemed to be 100 bucks to a woman in provocative dressing. Noticing me, he signed me to come. “Why did you gave money to the woman dad, do you teach her how to use money too?” I asked; “Son, money can buy you services, get people to do the things you want them to do. This woman helped your dad to relieve his stress from work”. With a pat on my head, he let me get into the car and go home with him.
I couldn’t sleep that night; rewinding everything he said in my head, trying to understand what he meant. “Does that mean I can pay the other kids at school to stop beating me?” I kept wondering. I decided to try it out.
Next morning when I went to school, I took half of the money I accumulated, which was about $50. As I came close to the school’s gate, a group of five classmates, four boys and one girl, blocked me the path. The oldest of the group, a blue eyed blonde jewish fat kid named Franzis, came at me, boasting his chest and told me “Suck meinen Schwanz, Dummkopf”. Shaking, I kept my calm, breathed in and out calmly; and then pulled out a ten dollar bill and said “No u”.
Suddenly, both his knees bent and he started unzipping my pant. As he followed my order, I turned to the other four kids, who all were in shock. I pulled out my wallet with my right hand, and let the money slowly fall out from it. At the exact moment the 40 other dollars landed on the ground, the kids eyes revulsed, turning whiter than my neighbourhood. They then all started getting undressed. As I realised what my dad told me was right, I removed my clothes, getting ready to enjoy the power of money. Shortly after, I was laying naked on the ground, with a guys head between my legs, giving me a nice feeling of the deepest depht of his throat. As he was gagging on my Bratwurst, the other guys locked my arms and my legs on the ground, as girl inserted her buttcheeks over my nose, completely capturing it inside her void. She then exhaled from her back end what was the product of a strict regime of cabbage; I could feel the fire and the mud fill my lungs and my bloodstream, slowly turning me into a half cabbage, half shit being. After unplugging herself from my nose, she slowly stood up, alongside of all the other kids; and suddenly BLAM, they all collapsed on the ground.
Amazed and afraid from what I just experienced, I ran home, ready to thank my dad for how much he teached me. As I got close to the door, ready to ring the bell, the door unexpectedly opened, and behind it was my dad, smiling.
“Dad, you are right, money can make people do whatever you want them to!” I exclamated, “Son, never have I been so proud of you; it seems like you’ve finally become a grown up” he tenderly answered. After searching in his pocket for a bit, he pulled out a $50 bill, and extented his arm towards me. “But dad, this is too much money, you only give me 10 bucks for pocket money” I said, curious as to why he was giving me so much. A grin appeared on his face, “Son, it is because I am buying a service from you”. And thereafter he shoved his whole arm inside my rear, turning me into a puppet piloted by his hand that was lodged inside my guts. He then broke my mouth on his 12 inch Blutwurst, drowning me in gallons of white water.

I am really grateful to my father for teaching me the value of money and what you can do with it. I think it’s how every healthy father/son relations should be.