The Richest Man with Baby Teeth

How a six-year-old boy built, lost, and rebuilt his fortune

Photo by Braňo on Unsplash

At age six, I’m sitting on my bedroom floor, holding the shiny entrails of my dead piggy bank. I admire my fortune. As a kid who wants the best, my coin collection only contains quarters, dimes, and nickels. No pennies. This four-inch-tall mound of presidential heads might as well be as grand as Mount Rushmore…