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I used to believe that when you took money to the bank, they had a big box that had your name on it, and they threw your money into the box, and when you took money out, they would find your box and give you the money you wanted.
The stupid part is that I always pictured the boxes as looking like miniature washing machines.
The sad part is that I believed this until I was 10 years old and got my own bank account.
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).
When I was about nine, I heard someone saying that they spent all afternoon balancing their checkbook. I thought that it meant they *literally* balanced their checkbook. I imagined people trying to keep their checkbooks balanced on the tip of their finger, and they kept it up there the entire afternoon. Those people must have been really bored!
I thought when I was a kid that people just went to the bank to get money, like it was simply a money source. I was always so confused as to why my parents would complain about having no money.
When I was little I would see my dad go into the bank and come out with money and I thought that that was how it was - when you wanted money you just went to the bank and they gave it to you. I know that this is basically how it works, but just didn't realise that you had to earn it and deposit it in the bank first!!
When I was around three years old I accidentally tore a coupon in half. I thought for some reason that I wasted a huge sum of money and started crying and apologizing to my mom. I asked her if she still had enough money to help pay for me to college. When she explained to me what coupons were I felt better.
When I was young, I couldn't understand how you put money on your mobile phone, so I came to the conclusion that you'd take the back off and there would be a special slot for the money, which would slowly disappear as you use it.
When I was about 5, my dad said he was going to get money out of his bank card. I thought I'd save him the trip and I snapped the card. Needless to say I didn't find any money in his card.
I used to believe that ATM'S had little people inside them counting money
I used to believe that money really did grow on trees, but grownups just didn't want us to know about it.
When I was 6 I truly thought that if something was £50 and you gave them £30 you got the goods AND £20 change
I am from America, so when I first heard that people used francs I immediantly wanted to know how you could pay for a hotdog with a hotdog.
I thought that cashiers gave people change because the people were too short on cash. (For example, with a $10 purchase, I thought that the customers the cashier $8 and the cashier gave the customer $2.)
I thought change was what the cashier gave you when you didn't have enough money to buy all the groceries you wanted.
I used to believe that at banks you just go to the teller and ask for money and she gives it to you. When I learned that you need an account and you have to deposit money, I was completely confused.
I remember hearing about how our country owes billions of dollars, I asked my father why the people at the white house just doesn't order the money makers to print more hundred dollar bills out to pay whomever they owed.
When I was 5, I asked my mom if we could go shopping and she said that we didn't have enough money. So, I just said "Then, let's go to the bank!" Little did I know, the bank is not a place that just has an endless supply of money that they just hand out to whoever wants it.
I used to think when my mom said "my check bounced" that an actual check was jumping off something, making a bouncing sound.
i used to think nickel were work more than dime cause they were bigger
I used to think that you always got change, no matter what. I remember standing by the ice cream truck impatiently waiting for my (non-existant) change.
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