the world: money

When I was younger proabaly around the time I was 5 to 7 years old when my family and I went to the mall my two older brothers told me the maniquins were people who didn't pay thier credit card debt to the stores and were killed and filled with concerte to pay for thier debt. I used to worry everytime my parents bought something.

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.

I used to believe that credit cards had an infinite amount of money on them, because whenever my mom didn’t have enough money, she would pull out a credit card. I thought she was such an idiot for not using it all the time.

As children, whenever my brothers or I recieved money as a gift we took great pleasure in bringing it to the bank to deposit it in our savings accounts. We were told that we were saving the money so that we could go to college. I truly believed that "College" was some sort of theme park or something. I remembering wondering WHEN we were going to take this trip to college. I was crushed when I learned what it really was!!

I used to believe that every family could have no more than $100 dollars at a time. If you spent some of your money, you would get it back the next day to make up $100. If your family wanted something that cost more than $100, you had to go in on it with other families and share it.

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 believed that store proprietors personally owned everything in the store, and they could decide to charge whatever prices they wanted. Therefore if some item was very expensive, the storekeeper was obviously just being mean and greedy (especially if there were a lot of the thing in stock).

I told my mother that when I grew up, I would have a store that charged very low prices for everything (like a penny for a vacuum cleaner) so that everyone could afford what they needed. That's when she explained to me how stores' inventory really works, but I still didn't quite understand.

I used to believe that when you put bills into a vending machine, it shredded them. (Because of the noise.) What stymied me though, was when you hit the change return it GAVE THE BILL BACK. I couldn't figure out how the machine put the pieces back together so seamlessly. And it WAS the same bill, cuz I tested it by writing down the serial number. :|

I persuaded myself that I had been conned all along by the local shop - who had been charging me a penny per sweet I bought from there. The sign said 1p - not 1p per sweet. So I tried to buy 20 - with 1p. I argued my case, but the shopkeeper was bigger than me.

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 in nursery school, my friend and i would spend hours on the playground talking about all the stuff we would buy if we had $100. i was going to buy a mansion

When I was little, I wanted a toy and my mom said she didn't have the money for it. I said, "Write a check!", never considering that the checks had to take money from her bank account.

My mom still likes to tell that story to this day. Mothers sure know how to embarrass their kids.

I grew up in Mexico, and in spanish the word for cashier is the same word used for box. I went to the bank with my mom and she told me she had to go to the "box" to deposit some money. I believed that money was kept in cardboard boxes in the bank until I was 8.

When I was 6 , used to believe that nothing had a price. I thought money equaled money and it didnt matter how much you gave. (at least thats what i was taught in church). So when I took a Taxi home one day from school, I paid the man a nickel from my little coin purse, thanked him for the ride and went about my business. The man waved as if I did the right thing and drove away. Never did it cross my mind that the man was being generous and thought of my actions a cute specticle.

When I was younger, I used to think that if you didn't pay your fire insurance, they would burn your house down.

When I was a little kid I used to believe that tissue paper was money and that you could have a box of money.