When I was 13, I opened my own business called The Awesome Pretzel Company, and my dad helped me build a pretzel cart.
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I remember when I was young, I was watching TV, and my father came into the room, agitated, and told me to start a business. I was eight years old.
When I was 15, I got a job at the first Hollister that opened up.
When I was 13, I had my first job with my dad carrying shingles up to the roof. And then I got a job washing dishes at a restaurant. And then I got a job in a grocery store deli. And then I got a job in a factory sweeping Cheerio dust off the ground.
As the years passed, and I was nine, 10, 11 years old, it became obvious I was going to start up a business of some sort.
I ran my own business when I was 19, buying condos and renovating apartment buildings.
When I was 11 years old, my family had to leave East Germany and begin a new life in West Germany overnight. Until my father could get back into his original profession as a government employee, my parents operated a small laundry business in our little town. I became the laundry delivery boy.
I started my first business at 14!
My first job ever was selling balloons with my brother at parades when I was about six years old. My father wanted us to learn about money, how to make it, save it, spend it, etc.
I opened my own restaurant when I was 17. I went broke, then traveled around the country, learning about different kinds of foods, had three other restaurants that went broke. It didn't all start just a few years ago!
My first words were always about food - I grew up in northern California, and when I was 10 years old, I had my own pretzel cart business.