A childhood belief about money

I'm Norwegian, but my family lived in the US when I was a little girl. Norwegian currency is called "kroner" and around the time that we were moving back to Norway (1969) one dollar was about 10 kroner. I didn't know this, I just thought of a dollar as an American unit of money, and a krone as the Norwegian equivalent. Shortly after having moved back, my mom asked me to go to the store and buy a loaf of bread. I was absolutely horrified when the shopkeeper wanted 1,50 (or whatever it was) - the idea that bread cost more than one unit of money was outrageous. When I returned from the store my mom explained it to me. I remember asking her if we were millionaires in kroner - positive that the answer surely would have to be "yes" if we were to continue eating with the food prices I'd just experienced. But her answer was "no", and I felt incredibly poor! (I was 11 at the time, and my family's income was slightly above average.)