Max Ashy, 14, Perth, WA, shares his thrifty tactics:
Walking along the coastal path staring out at the Atlantic ocean, I chatted away to my mum Rebecca, 44.
“When Lexi turns 10, are you going to take her on a trip like this?” I asked, referring to my seven-year-old sister.
It was July 2019 and Mum had taken me on a 120km mother-and-son walking holiday from Portugal to Spain as a special treat for my 10th birthday.
Mum said Lexi had already asked to go to Svalbard in Norway, because she was obsessed with polar bears.
Although I was still on my first special trip, I’d been learning about ancient civilisations at school and knew I’d love to see some relics in the flesh.
“Why don’t I go to Egypt while you’re in Svalbard?” I said, adding my stepdad, Olaf could take me.
“Great, but I’m not paying for it,” Mum replied, chuckling.
“That’s fine, I’ll pay,” I said. “I’ll save up my pocket money, and get a job.”
So that’s exactly what I did.
At the time, we were living in Singapore.
I started saving my $10-a-week pocket money and washed my parents’ car or mowed the lawn for extra cash.
I was too young to do any other paid work.
In 2020, we moved to Perth.
One day, I saw a pamphlet in the letter box advertising a job delivering catalogues.
“I could do that,” I said to Mum so she called them.
By then, I was 12, and thankfully my young age didn’t bother them – I got the job.
On a Monday, a mountain of catalogues were dropped off at our house.
It took me nine hours to sort through them, then I delivered them to 430 houses in my area.
At first, I used my bike and carried the catalogues in my backpack, but this wasn’t very efficient so I bought a beach trolley.
People started recognising me and saying hello on my rounds, which I did after school.
I got paid $60 a week and did that job for nine months.
One day, a lady ran up to me to give me a tip.
“I see you every week. My son’s 16 and he’s seen you, too. You’ve inspired him to get a job, so thank you!” she said.
After three-and-a-half years, I’d saved a massive $6500, and in January this year Olaf and I flew out to Cairo.
We had a great time visiting the pyramids at Giza and sailing down the Nile.
A couple we met asked about our budget and when I replied they looked surprised.
“How do you know about your budget?” the lady asked me.
“Because I’m paying for the trip,” I said proudly.
Now that I’ve turned 14, I’m hoping to get a better paid job working at a pizza place and I’d like to visit my friend Ethan in America next.
I hope my story inspires other kids to save up for what they want.
You don’t have to wait to be an adult to follow your dreams.