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i used to think nickel were work more than dime cause they were bigger
I used to believe that a house didn't cost any money!
I used to believe that when you deposited $$$ in an ATM, there was a network of tunnels that went directly to YOUR bank, no matter where in the country you were in relationship to your bank!!!
When I was little I thought having $1000 or so you were rich and I asked my mom one day "How much money do we have?$333??"She the explained the value of mony to me.
The BIG cheque in the charity show is real!
I used to believe that coin change could turn into actual paper money if you left it alone for a long time.
When I was little I believed there was like a community of leprechaun like people small enough to fit in an ATM literally LIVING in the machine and who's main purpose in life was to hand grown ups the money. Of course I also believed that the ATM machine was an endless supply of money for my Momma!
When I was young I used to believe that grocery store cashiers could give you free money. I reasoned this because I had seen the cashier give my mom "free money" numerous times. One time I wanted a toy at the store and my mom said I couldn't have it because she didn't have any money to buy it with. I told her to just go get money from the cashiers. She then explained to me the concept of change.
I used to believe that insurance was an extremely unfortunate group of people who had to pay when bad things happened to you and do all the paperwork and that you were assigned 3 or 4 people to do so. I was also afraid of getting picked to be one.
I thought the ATM printed that nice, crisp, clean money and spit it out for you. That's why it all looked so new.
Growing up in Los Angeles in the 1960s and 70s, you couldn't turn on the television without seeing an ad from used car salesman Cal Worthington, a mildly colorful man whose idiosyncratic tic was including a different wild animal - say, a cheetah - in each ad. Anyway, I loved the guy.
In his ads, he'd abbreviate the prices of his cars, so for an asking price of $1,095, he'd say "ten ninety-five." Wow, I thought, you could get a car for 10 bucks! To me, this meant a) I had enough money in the piggy bank to buy a Ford Mustang even though I was seven-years-old, and b) our family was desperately poor, since Mom and Dad only had two cars worth, at most, 20 dollars.
I used to believe that you had to write on huge checks (like the kind they show on tv for lottery winners) if it was a big amount, like 1,000,0000.
I used to believe that rich people got rich by that one day they were walking down the sidewalk, and a bunch of bills rained from the sky to make that person rich.
i used to believe that when people used an ATM machine, they could ask for as much money as they wanted; there was no limit. I also believed that the ATM machine made the money inside.
When my dad went to the ATM machine, he used to take out ten or twenty dollars, and I always wondered why he never asked for more money so that we could be rich.
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.
When I was small and first heard about dollar stores I pictured a store where you could buy any money ( $20 bill, $10 bill, a quater, ect.) for a dollar. This makes no sense obviously and made me think adults were extremely stupid.
Whenever I heard my dad telling my mum that he was going to 'withdraw' some money, I used to think that he was going to an art competition to 'draw' a picture of money and if he won he would get the real money. I alway used to ask him if he wanted to borrow my water colors.
When I watched my parents withdraw money from the bank, I literally believed that the physical bills they had deposited earlier were returned to them (like a storage locker). One day I saw the cashier reach into the drawer and hand a seemingly random stack of money to my parents and I asked , "How do you know they gave you your money back and not someone else's?"
When I was younger, my sister and I would accompany my mother to the bank quite often. We believed money was hidden all over the bank lobby, we just needed to find it. We were especially certain money would be placed in the garbage bin in the island where deposit slips are filled out. We checked there every time.
I used to belive that when people gave you change at a store, they were making the difference bettween what you paid and what the thing you bought cost, weather you paid less or more.
I had this kick-ass plan where I would buy a diamond with 5cents and become rich.