When Orrie got cash gifts from his aunts and uncles and Grandma Maureen and Grandpa John, on his birthday, his parents decided it was time for him to have a bank account.
Orrie was so excited to be getting his very own bank account! He felt so grown up.
Orrie’s dad called the bank and made an appointment for Orrie to meet with someone at the bank that could help him open an account. Orrie’s dad picked Orrie up after school in the family van, which is wheelchair accessible. When he got to “Can Do” Street Bank, there was the ramp he could use to wheel himself into the bank. He felt so proud as he made his way into the bank.
The bank manager greeted him and showed him to a private room where he and his dad met with one of the ladies who works at the bank. She was very kind. She explained all about opening Orrie’s bank account. They talked about the money he deposited earning interest over time and that would make his money grow. She told him that since he was a minor, that mean’s –not old enough to handle his own money–his dad would need to be on the account as well. At first Orrie didn’t like that, but the bank lady explained that’s how it must be until he is older.
Orrie spread all the coins and bills out on the desk in front of him. The bank lady scooped up the change and put it into a change counting machine. His dad added the cash and checks Orrie got on his birthday.
They all got quiet. Then the bank lady smiled at Orrie and said,”Congratulations Orrie, you now have a bank account with $159 in it.”
“A hundred and fifty-nine dollars,” said Orrie in a loud voice. “Wow, wait till I tell my friends that I’m rich!”