My mini trader

Историю в рамках конкурса «A day in the life of a trader» предлагает нам начинающий трейдер Денис.

It all started when my son was born! There was no limit to my happiness - a beautiful wife, a son, a great job - in a word, an idyll. But, as it always happens, everything lasts for a short time. Exactly until the day I get the news that the firm is closing and I'm fired...

Сначала эта новость меня особенно не обеспокоила. «Я – молодой специалист, всегда найду себе работу», — говорил я себе, однако шли месяцы, а с собеседований мне так никто и не перезвонил. Наши сбережения подходили к концу и жене, бухгалтеру, предложили вернуться на прежнюю работу с неплохим окладом, поэтому мы решили, что разумно ей будет принять приглашение, ведь надо же кому-то кормить 3 рта. На том и порешили, и в один из понедельников я превратился не только в безработного, но и папу-няню.

Diapers, onesies, diapers, porridge, laundry - I only dreamed of peace. For the first time I wondered how mothers manage it all. But my son was growing up, and I had some free time on my hands, so I began to think about trying again to find a job. One day while posting my resume on another web site, I saw a banner that said I could work from home. The kid was asleep, so I clicked the banner without thinking twice...

One click

From that moment my dreams about diapers were diluted by dreams about charts and indicators. I should say at once that trading did not seem to me an easy job, I guessed at once that I would have to learn a new craft, so I pumped some books and read them in my infrequent breaks and to my son at bedtime 🙂

Demo account I opened it immediately and almost immediately lost it, so in the absence of extra money, I decided that I would practice until I was sure to succeed. Now, when I sat my son down to draw or watch a cartoon, I ran to my new hobby, until one day I saw that he was looking at my monitor with charts with interest, having torn himself away from "Cars". From that moment on we started trading as a team - me and my little trader.

We looked at the charts together, read the news, opened deals, and oddly enough, my son liked it, and I seemed to get it - the understanding comes when you tell your son aloud about the deals 🙂

The first real

And then the day came, when I managed to find 100 dollars, I decided secretly from his wife to open my first real account. Real money! I was shaking from the suspense. Every morning I ran to the terminal and checked to see if I had lost it overnight...

One day, after putting the porridge on the stove, as was my habit, I went to check on things. But, apparently, I had been sitting too long, and when I heard everything boiling over in the kitchen, I ran to save our breakfast. When I got back to the room, happy that not everything was gone, I was stunned. My son was standing in front of the monitor and flicking the buttons, opening and closing deals! God, I went gray at that moment...

With a nimble hand under my son's arm, I sat down to watch my dreams disappear. It turned out that during my trip to the kitchen, we had opened 6 trades with different pairs, 3 of which we managed to close.

I would now like to tell what my "hero" earned on a new remote-controlled car, but I will not lie 🙂 Somehow brought the transaction in a small deficit (about $ 15) and closed the terminal for 3 days - so much needed to recover from shock.

Of course, later we traded together more than once, but after that I never left my son alone with the terminal turned on.

Thank you for your attention.