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I remember I didn't understand the difference between $1, $10, $20, etc. We would go to the store and my mom would pay with one bill. I thought that meant that you could buy all you wanted for just one dollar. Sometimes we bought lots, but sometimes we would buy just a couple of things, and I used to get upset that we were wasting our dollars when we could have got so much more.
When I was little, I used to believe that if I shredded up dollar bills, that I would have more money. After all, there were tons of dollar bill laying around, so didn't that mean I had more bills? WRONG!!
For the longest time, whenever I heard about anything being "liquidated" (ie. homes, businesses, etc.), I imagined someone melting them into a liquid. It's only recently that I've realized that I thought that because of that scene from "The Wizard of Oz." ("You liquidated her, eh?")
I told my four year old daughter that the picture of George Washington on the dollar bill was her baby picture. So far she still believes it and will tell anyone wheneve she sees a dollar.
When I was little, I used to believe that money was the same everywhere. I used to think the small change I'd find around the house in $1 and $5 could buy expensive things I saw in US catalogues (I'm Jamaican).
As I began getting an allowance, I realized that a lot of kids my age didn't get allowance or didn't get as much as I did (I got about $3).
So one day I went to the toy store, picked out the toy I wanted and put twenty dollars on the counter (I'd been saving up). After seeing that I was hardly tall enough to reach the counter, the clerk laughed and complimented my stick-to-it-tiveness (as in he was happy that I child my age was mature enough to think about saving money).
I bought the toy and thought about what he had said. I deducted that I was rich because I was sticky. This arroused a mixed reaction in my mind and I decided to take baths more often, but to make sure my hands were sticky so I could hold onto my money.
When I was four or so, I used to believe that you could use Monopoly Money to buy things. I remember "helping" my grandma pay for her items at the store with the money, and the cashier actually accepting it!
When I was very young, I thought that when someone mentioned piggy banks that they ment keeping money in real pigs. I thought, "No way I'll keep my money in some pig!" I decided the safest place was myself, and one day I stuffed my cheeks with all the pennies I could find. My mother soon enlightened me after finding me with a mouthful of pennies.
One day I accidentally swallowed a penny (I don't know how). This didn't upset me until my aunt said my cousin swallowed a dime and because of that, she was 10x more valuable than me!
I used to believe that banks were owned by rich people who gave away their money.
as a child,watching the lottery drawings...I didn't realize that you had to buy a ticket...I thought that you just needed to guess each number bofore it was called out ...and then call a phone number if you guessed right. I vividly remember begging my dad to call because I had guessed 5 numbers right!
When check books used to have that thick purple carbon paper in it, my mom would hand it to me to throw away, but make me hold it with the very tips of my finger and thumb. She was very specific that I not to touch it, but wouldn't tell me that she just didn't want me to get ink on me or my clothes, because it might be difficult to get out. She would just say, "You don't want to get it on you, trust me." So I always thought it was something like an acid that would eat away at my skin and was deathly afraid of it. I was in my early 20's before realizing carbon paper was harmless!
I REMEMBER MY PARENTS WOULD SAY THEY WOULD GET PAID UNDER THE TABLE, UNTILL I WAS ABOUT 11 I THOUGHT IT MENT THEY WOULD GO UNDER THE TABEL AND GET HANDED THE MONEY I ASKED MY MOM TO PAY ME UNDER THE TABLE BUT IT DIDN'T WORK
We visited family in Boston alot. As a kid
I thought the toll booths accepted Candy money at a 15% discount. It was so ingrained in me that it wasn't untill I was about 13 that it finally hit me that is was Canadian Money
I used to think of all prices in terms of age. So, $100 for, say, a house was VERY expensive, because if someone were 100 years old, he/she would be VERY old! If my parents wouldn't buy me some small trinket because it was too expensive, I'd argue, "but it's only $5!" thinking that a 5-year-old is pretty young!
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.
Once my mum was given a £10 not to share with her sister. Only being 4 she ripped it straight in half, thinking she was being generous, only to be hysterically laughed at by her whole family!
I used to believe that bank withdrawal slips could be used as money, but only adults could use them. I would try VERY hard to write neatly on them, so it looked like adult writing. I was never too gready, I usually wrote them out for $5, because that would buy me heaps of mixed lollies at the school canteen.
When I heard the stock market reports on the radio, I thought they were buying and selling *chairs*, not shares. Millions of them, with the price changing all the time.
When I was really little (like 5 or so), I used to believe that the beaver on the Canadian 5 cent coin was a bonnett - I took me a few years to figure out that it was actually a beaver. How silly is that?