Being an Entrepreneur: A Child Opportunity

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A flash of light appeared before my eyes as I just watched a speech by Cameron Herold about encouraging children to become entrepreneurs. I thought, Wow! What a brilliant plan! Those who know me well are aware of my passion for revolutionizing or altering the educational system. As I watched Cameron, I learned more about the small businessman who couldn’t wait to get out there and how much that demonstrates that he is correct.

I always went to my parents’ pastry shop when I was a kid. In fact, they had four branches at one point, and when I was 11 years old, I was asked to partially manage one of them. I didn’t realize how much that one minor incident affected me until tonight, when I realized I could never really work for anyone but myself.

Interestingly, despite the fact that my parents were business owners, they only desired for me to be a professional. Any occupation that would truly make them proud: a psychologist, a lawyer, an engineer, a biologist, and a physicist; Name it. In the beginning, my mother, an immigrant from a small town, would even conceive of me working as a secretary. So that I could look the part, she used to buy me cheap polyester clothes. I detested it.

I was also very interested in a lot of other things when I was eleven years old. because I was paid an hourly wage for managing one of the pastry shops and doing a part-time accounting job for the company. Yes, I had some talent, and my parents needed some financial and secretarial help from me. Painting was one thing I enjoyed doing. Another is extensive reading. Lastly, puzzles; I was more delighted as there were more pieces. I would do everything in my room, which turned into my playground. That is also how I refer to the current location where I live. a play area. Since I am passionate about everything I do, there are no “offices” in my environment.

The fourth thing I was really passionate about and enjoyed doing was: I once enjoyed building houses. I was around ten, eleven. My few friends talked about their Barbie collections. I preferred to construct homes. I used to buy everything I needed to build my dream homes at the hardware store below our apartment. The wood, naturally. Clearly, the paint. When I ate Babybel cheese, I used the wrapping to make dishes, cutlery, and bottles. I’ve always loved cheese, and I can honestly say that I only ever ate Babybel for the wax. I was so enthusiastic about building my homes. And those who know how much I adore cheese will appreciate the sacrifice that was. I built bath tubs with soap. Since you wouldn’t need soap, I thought it was clever. I constructed stairs for an outdoor fire escape using coffee stirring sticks. I made handles out of straws. Anything was sufficient.

I believe I was extremely fortunate. My parents didn’t have time to cut me off from my passion because they were so busy running their pastry business. I worked on floor plans and designs for the home I wanted to build for days and nights. I had to rely on my limited experience with these small projects because I didn’t have access to the Internet or books on the topic.

I was fortunate because if my parents had had more time with me, they would have almost certainly persuaded me to try something else. My room, on the other hand, was my haven. I would bring everything I loved to do in bed on my real days off (when I wasn’t in school or could not work at the pastry shop). I had to read books and draw and paint with crayons in order to finish my oil paintings and puzzles. Multi-task? The bare minimum we can say. All the while, I was watching the coyote show “beep beep.”

I am fortunate to have lived through those times. When Michael Jackson was a well-known pop singer, I could listen to and watch whatever I wanted on my nearly brand-new television, which I had also purchased with my limited income. I’m fortunate to have survived then. If I were my former self and the parents I see a lot around me today; I would have received medication for bipolar disorder to stop me from just being.

I was making houses to meet the needs of the girls while they were playing Barbie. I was too shy to talk to any boy, so I took pictures of them instead, which led me to a new interest: the photographic one. In fact, other shy girls even asked me to take their pictures. like a school photographer for teens.

I was by myself. My entire life. The majority of my childhood and adolescence I am also thankful. Because I didn’t have many people to tell me what not to do, I was able to learn a lot of new skills. I was too active and couldn’t be bored, so I always looked for ways to please both sides of my brain.

In addition, I sold whatever I could to make money. I didn’t have to do it because I had time and selling things was fun. In those days, fun kid television shows were either early in the morning (like 6 to 10 for the Warner Bros. series) or at 6 p.m. (for the Muppet show special) or 8 p.m. (for family drama films)… That gave me a full twelve hours to do whatever I wanted (when I wasn’t working as a semi-business manager at the cash).

When you’re an overly active child, twelve hours means: I finished a few paintings using paint by numbers (I didn’t know I could paint without numbers at the time), started a home improvement project, spent a few hours swimming at the pool (sometimes a full day), read a book (200 pages could easily be read in two hours), did my homework (learning was even boring because I was gifted), and watched some television in the middle of it all. Oh, and I also forgot to mention that I was a folklore dancer performer, which meant that I had to practice for three to four hours each week and that when shows came around, I had to practice for eight hours every day, which was very painful and drained the stage, which I would not have missed for the world. It was worth all the bruises and unimaginable physical suffering to be able to control our bodies during some difficult group formations and simultaneously be artistic; when a body is repeatedly and painfully pushed beyond its limits.

Entrepreneur? Trouble paying attention? Bipolar disorder? Do you act excessively but remain silent? I have no idea what I was. all of the above, possibly. I am aware of who I have become. It hit me as I was cleaning the restroom in one of my own buildings. I was content. in the most unexpected of all occurrences. And I realized that my barbies’ homes had always been my favorite. In addition, I considered how fortunate I was to be performing all of the activities that I had always enjoyed at all times. I own homes, read, paint, and write. I’m glad my parents weren’t too busy to see what I was doing because if they had, their own negativity would have stopped me.

Therefore, please consider it. A lot of people have a lot of kids so they can say they have kids and feel good about showing off at least one thing they have fixed. Well, please consider it. Take responsibility for providing children with the best opportunities to be the best—not perfect, but excellent—if you put children on the planet. Think twice before giving your child any medication that will help you relax. Kids need to grow, run, and fly, as well as think, feel passionate, and switch subjects frequently. And perhaps, as Cameron asserts, the CEO disease is the name given to the bipolar disorder; Maybe all your child wants to do is be allowed to conquer the world with his incredible entrepreneurial abilities.

I want all of the kids to grow into people who are passionate about something. Because it is what they will excel at. in love.