I used to believe that ATM'S had little people inside them counting money
When I was a child I used to think money laundering was about putting money in a washing machine and that was illegal because with water the money spread some liquid with color and you can print bills with this ink
When I was a child I used to believe that at the cashier ATM there was a person giving money
After hearing the phrase "time is money" I used to believe that money and time were essentially the same thing. So since 60 seconds equaled one minute, I thought 60 cents were equal to a dollar.
I use to believe than when my dad gave me a one dollar bill, I was a millionaire.
I used to believe what I was drawing in my book became reality. Indeed one day I draw one beautiful bed and my parents bought this bed.
But one day, I draw a lot of money and this drawing didn't realize because I'm still not a very rich man.
I remember as a kid being totally confused by those "give a penny, take a penny" trays. I thought you were supposed to put a penny in and take another penny out and didn't see the point of it.
When I was 8, I thought I could become a multi-billionaire by selling a bunch of cups and magazines that were in my house. The reason I wanted this is because I wanted massage chairs that vibrated.
My parents told me that the lottery was a contest where the winner got a million dollars, and I mistakenly assumed that ALL contests had a prize of a million dollars. Imagine my excitement when, over the morning announcements, I heard my name being announced as the winner of the 2nd grade environmental poster contest. As I waited in the principal's office to get my prize, I imagined how proud of my parents would be of me when I came home that day with a million dollars. Alas, the actual prize of a free book left me disappointed, but at least I learned an important lesson that day.
When I was 8, I made a plan to become rich by selling cups and magazines from my house.
I used to believe the opposite of "expensive" was "relading". I didn't even know what expensive meant. I was just told I couldn't have something because it was expensive, so I said, "No! It's relading!", not knowing what the word meant but wanting that.
I thought that you could just go the bank for unlimited money, and my mom taught me the concept that you have to have an account there to take money out of and that you can't just go the bank for unlimited money.
I could never understand as a little kid why my grandma, on long shopping trips to various stores around town, would say that she didn't have enough money for something. After all, every time she paid at a register, they gave her back more bills and coins than she gave them, right? Didn't that mean she had more money as the trip went on?
I used to think that all countries had the same money as the United States, because the only currency I knew about was the united states, I never knew about the other countries and that made me believe that the currency was the same in poland, japan, germany, etc.
When I was a child, I thought the world had 10,000 bank accounts, i.e. they were all numbered 0000-9999. It came from noticing that my parents entered a four-digit number at the drive-thru ATM. I was very analytical and logical as a child, and still am.
The Chinese restaurant my parents took me to had a Styrofoam cup that sat on the counter and had "Tips appreciated" written on it. I thought you were supposed to write cooking tips on your receipt (if you were a good cook) and throw them in the cup so their chefs could learn how to cook better.
When i was little i thought that a credit card had all the money in the world on it. I never understood why my mom didn't use it all the time.
When I was a child, I used to know that using cheques you could spend an endless amount of money
when I was 8 I asked my dad if we could go to disneyland, he told me we didn't have enough money for it, so I suggested we go to the bank to get some. Thats when he had to explain he needs to put the money in before he can take it out. This notion seemed like madness to me, I couldn't figure out what the point of it was, though he did try to explain it to me...but at that moment I realized money doesn't magically come out of an ATM machine.
When I was 4.Me and my dad were in the bank and he said he needed to get money out of his card.so I thought I'd save him the bother and I snapped his card,needles to say I didn't find any money.