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When I was little, I thought when my mother went into a grocery store and paid for a drink, the change that came out of the cashier box was my mother's own money that went in. Like my mom's name was labeled on one of a million little rows of money just for her. And everyone had their own money. There wasn't money that everyone had touched. only money that my mom had ever touched. weird. HAHA!!
I used to believe the bank "scottish widows" was run by widows, and only gave bank accounts to widows.
I used to believe that when a bank paid you interest on the money in your bank account, that whenever the bank employees looked at your money they had to give you some more because they were interest-ed!
I used to think that when you get change back at the store, they were actually giving you free money. So I never understood why when we couldnt afford something we couldnt just go buy something to get money
When my brother was 5 I use to swap a $5.00 note for lots of coins because he thought that I had more money
I used to think the bank was a money factory where anyone could go and get free money if they needed it.
I also used to think that if you didn't have enough money to buy something at a store, you would get change.
When my cousin Jess was little, my parents took her out to eat a Pizza Hut. After they were done, Jess goes "Uncle Eddie, (my dad) I'll pay for the meal." Thinking she had some pennies, my dad held out his hand. Instead, she had 5's and 1's in her hand. My dad, shocked, goes "Jess, where did you get that?" And she being only 4, goes "The people just left it on the tables!"
I used to believe that my bank account as a child was an actual slot at the bank where the money I put in, actually went into a box or something at the bank...I was feeling very RIPPED off when I was about 8 years old and I went to get money out and they gave me ONE bill istead of all that change that I had been taking in for all those years...
You know those machines at arcades that you put dollar bills in, in exchange for quarters to play the video games? When I was little, I used to think that there was something in the machine that would take the bill and somehow turn it into quarters. It made sense for dollar bills, because I could see how you could get four quarters out of a single dollar bill, but I didn't understand how you could put in a five dollar bill and twenty quarters could come out; there wasn't enough paper, after all.
When I was about 5, I went to the grocery store with my mom. I helped her load up the cart with groceries, and when we got to the checkout isle, I begged her to let me have a bag of jumbo gumballs. She wouldn't put them in the cart because she said it would spoil my dinner. Well, I really wanted the gum so I put it in my pocket. We left the store, and a few minutes later, my mom asked me what I was chewing on. She got really mad- which I expected- but to my suprise she took me back in the store and made me apologize to the clerk (who was very sweet about it). I didnt understand why she did that, so I figured that the store wouldn't let you have anything unless it was okay with your mom, and that's why we went through the checkout line, as a sort of inventory process. I didnt get that you used money to pay for groceries until I got to kindergarden.
When you are very poor you "can't make end's meat." End's meat is some sort of cheap very low quality meat.
When I was 5 years old, the church gave everybody in the neighbourhood those little donation bags that said 'bread for the world' on them. The girl who distributed those bags told me that they were collecting for poor kids who had no money to buy bread. So it seemed only natural to me to snag a few slices of bread from my kitchen. I asked my cousin to do the same, then we'd go to the church together and gave the priest our bags that contained real bread! He had a good laugh before he explained that you were actually supposed to put money in those. And because I thought the money was going to kids, I figured they would only need play money, so I emptied the cashier of my doll supermarket, filled the back and took it back to the church. Little did I understand why the priest was still laughing at me!
I used to believe that there were actually people inside ATM's to give you money. When my mom would pull up to an ATM I would sit very prim and proper and be very nice...I thought that if they saw me acting badly, then they wouldn't give us any money!
A friend of mine seemed to think that 100 pence was worth £6.
I used to think that everytime you bought something, they would give you back money. One day at the store, my mom payed with a credit card and I screamed, SHE DIDN'T GIVE YOU YOUR MONEY!!
I used to think that of you ripped a dollar 100 pennies would fall out of the rip.
When I was little I used to ask my dad for money. He would usually give me a one dollar bill, but I would ask for change instead. My reasoning was that if you have 5 of something it's more than 1 of something. Therefore, 5 pennies was worth more than 1 dollar. No matter how many times he explained this wasn't true, I just saw him as a stupid adult.
I thought that when they said something like "The Dow Jones Industrial Average went up 1% on trading of 342 million shares" on the radio, that they were saying "chairs" instead of "shares".
I thought the ATM printed that nice, crisp, clean money and spit it out for you. That's why it all looked so new.
Someone gave me a dollar when I was little, and I sat in the living room playing with it. I asked my ma if it was true that there were four quarters in a dollar, and she told me that I was correct.
I tore the dollar in half and tried to shake the quarters out, as if dollar bills were envelopes for quarters.
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