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my dad used to tell me that nickles were worth more then a dime cause they were bigger
i thoguth that atm machines had little men and they take money from my piggy bank and give it to people when they say "BOO"! lolmy mom would allways say "boo" when the money came out.....thanks mommy! lol :P
When i was little, my grandpa used to pretend to swallow a quarter and then magically pull it out from behind my ear or someplace. I believed that he really did behold the power to change money from one value to another because one time i gave him a quarter and a dime and i think a penny and he "swallowed" them all at once and pulled out a Fifty dollar bill. I thought he was so good that i decided to give me back the 50 for a larger bill but my change came back instead. So young and already gambling.
When I watched my parents withdraw money from the bank, I literally believed that the physical bills they had deposited earlier were returned to them (like a storage locker). One day I saw the cashier reach into the drawer and hand a seemingly random stack of money to my parents and I asked , "How do you know they gave you your money back and not someone else's?"
remember the commercials with Phil Rizzuto for "the money store"? I thought it was a store that sold money at bargain prices.
I used to believe that if I buried money it would grow like a plant. I put a lot of my allowance in the ground just hoping for a money tree!
I wonder if it is still there...?
When I was about 5, I asked my mom if we could go to McDonalds. When she told me that we couldn't that day, because she didn't have any money (as in, cash on her) I burst out crying. When she asked me why I was crying, I sobbed, "How will we ever eat again?!"
I can still rememeber the mental picture I would get when my Mom would tell my older brother to "Run downtown and get change for this dollar." I had it in my mind that the store had some kind of special tool that would split the dollar bill open, and pennies, nickles, dimes, and quarters would come rolling out. (And what I saw usually amounted to about $4-$5 in change!!)
A life of innocent security came to an abrupt end one day when i asked my mother to buy me a toy. She replied that she didn't have the money for it, to which i replied that she should just go to the bank. She then explained that the bank wasn't just a place that gave you endless amounts of money whenever you wanted it. It was your money in the first place, and could run out just like that.
My younger brother once asked me what the building on the nickel was (Monticello)...I told him it was the "Tail Building". He went to school and told everyone, the teacher corrected him and the kids laughed.
He still reminds me of this...and I still apologize profusely.
Okay when my brother was the ripe age of 13 yes that's right 13 he believed that if you went to an ATM to get money a UPS truck would have to come in order to give it to you....yeah he's not the brightest kid in the world
When I was young I used to believe that grocery store cashiers could give you free money. I reasoned this because I had seen the cashier give my mom "free money" numerous times. One time I wanted a toy at the store and my mom said I couldn't have it because she didn't have any money to buy it with. I told her to just go get money from the cashiers. She then explained to me the concept of change.
The first time I got to pay at the gas station, my grandpa gave me a twenty dollar bill.
When I gave the money to the clerk, I stood there for a while waiting for money back.
I thought gas was only .87 cents, and for the life of me couldn't understand why the
clerk kept the whole thing, not to mention my grandpa laughing at me.
I honestly used to believe that £100 was the largest sum of money you could ever own
I used to believe that when you paid for something at a store with cash, the clerk would sometimes give you back a smaller amount of money just to be nice. It took a while to figure out the concept of change.
I used to believe that as long as my mom had checks she had endless amounts of money.
when i was about 6 i used to hang around with these 12 yr olds down my street and one day i found a pound on th pavement and the eldest girl told me that i could buy a house with that. i just got all excited bout it then i was plannin where i was gonna live and everything. when i got home i was braggin to my mum that id found a POUND and she was like 'okaaaaaay then.' and yea i did find out that i cudnt ave my dream mansion :(
i used to believe that the heavier money was, the more it was worth. sadly, i traded £20 notes for £1 coins. i did this until i was twelve and my mum spotted me. she asked wy i was doing it, and i siad
i want to be rich mummy.
i was devastated when i found out that i had lost around $500 pounds altogether.
I used to think when I was little that you had to actually make your money by cutting out pices of paper and use a pencil to draw the faces of the presidents. I thought this for many years until my mom told me about money and how i should save it up.
I thought the bank just gave away money if you typed the right number in. Now I realise thats not the case!
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