My mini trader

The story in the contest "A day in the life of a trader"Denis, a novice trader, offers us.

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...

At first this news did not bother me in the least. "I'm a young professional, I'll always find a job," I told myself, but as the months passed, no one called me back from the interviews. Our savings were coming to an end and my wife, an accountant, was offered to return to her old job with a good salary, so we decided that it would be wise for her to accept the invitation, after all, someone has to feed 3 mouths. So it was settled, and one Monday I became not only unemployed, but also a nanny-dad.

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.