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When I was a little kid I used to believe that tissue paper was money and that you could have a box of 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 believe that the popular phrase 'the buck stops here' was literally a dollar bill being passed from one person to another-the person who had the notion to place 'the buck stops here' sign was the one who got to keep the money.
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!!)
I never realized that there was a difference between silver (those minted before 1964 were made entirely of silver) dimes and quarters and "normal" dimes and quarters (the copper sandwich). As a result, I used to raid my mother's stash of silver coins to buy ice cream from the ice cream man!
i used to believe that i could store all my money inside my vagina and it would grow cos that's where i grew in my mummy.
I used to believe that whenever you took money out of the bank, you had to put the same amount of money back immediately. What the point of that would be, I have yet to figure out..
When I asked my Mum what Dad's job was she told me that he made money. For years I went around boasting that my Dad was rich cos he made the money and brought some home after he had made it.
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'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.)
I used to think all money paid for goods at shops went to charity.
When I was small, I thought the big red commercial laundry trucks with roof racks full of laundry bags were armored cars transporting money. I wondered if bags of money ever fell off, and if I was lucky enough to find one, would I have to return it.
As I grew up in Arizona, this seems reasonable. I found a 100 peso coin which someone had dropped while played on the monkey bars or some such thing. I believed the 100 pesos made me wealthy.
I used to believe that if you swallowed a penny, it would make you small enough to crawl into the back of the TV, then you'd be on TV. I never swallowed a penny, but I did suck one down my windpipe while trying to 'shrink'.
I used to believe that my pennies would get lonely if I left one or two out by themselves on my dresser. Before going to bed I had to put them with the rest of my change. And I gave a great deal of thought to whether I should put them next to the other pennies I'd found them with, for familiarity, or if they'd like a change of company
When I was six year old, I believed him when my Daddy told me that nickels were worth more than dimes, because they were larger in size.
When I was seven, my parents took my brother and I on a trip. At the hotel we stayed in, there was this incredible fountain, and upon closer inspection, we saw the fountain had money at the bottom of it! Pennies, dimes, quarters! My brother and I thought we were rich!We reached into the fountain and started scooping up the money. It was then my mother told me that each coin was somebody's wish and if I took the coins their wishes wouldn't come true. So reluctantly, we put the money back in the water. I remember being surprised other people weren't trying to take the coins too. Maybe they already knew they were other people's wishes!
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...?
i used to think 1 million dollars was all the money in the world
At about age 3, I thought that the tip money my parents left on the table was actually for Me as some sort of reward for finishing my meal. I'd stash the $$ in a hole in my mattress, so my mom finally found it one day while re-arranging my room. She spent the next week driving to area restaurants trying to compensate the wait staffs that had been stiffed!