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When I was little I used to think that the money in the bank account was unlimited. I thought that all you had to do was to buy checkbook for about 40 Euros and then you could write out cheques until you ran out of paper, then you'd just buy a new one.
I thought you could buy a car with $100. I saw an ad for a car for about $100 per month. I did not understand financing and thought that you only had to pay about $100. When a family member actually bought a vehicle, the salesman said how much it cost and I realized that I was wrong.
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 think the bank was a money factory where anyone could go and get free money if they needed it.
I also used to think that if you didn't have enough money to buy something at a store, you would get change.
I used to think that the Lincoln Memorial on the back of the penny was the trolley from Mr. Rogers.
I used to believe that my bank account as a child was an actual slot at the bank where the money I put in, actually went into a box or something at the bank...I was feeling very RIPPED off when I was about 8 years old and I went to get money out and they gave me ONE bill istead of all that change that I had been taking in for all those years...
When I was about 5, I went to the grocery store with my mom. I helped her load up the cart with groceries, and when we got to the checkout isle, I begged her to let me have a bag of jumbo gumballs. She wouldn't put them in the cart because she said it would spoil my dinner. Well, I really wanted the gum so I put it in my pocket. We left the store, and a few minutes later, my mom asked me what I was chewing on. She got really mad- which I expected- but to my suprise she took me back in the store and made me apologize to the clerk (who was very sweet about it). I didnt understand why she did that, so I figured that the store wouldn't let you have anything unless it was okay with your mom, and that's why we went through the checkout line, as a sort of inventory process. I didnt get that you used money to pay for groceries until I got to kindergarden.
I used to believe that there were actually people inside ATM's to give you money. When my mom would pull up to an ATM I would sit very prim and proper and be very nice...I thought that if they saw me acting badly, then they wouldn't give us any money!
I used to think that everytime you bought something, they would give you back money. One day at the store, my mom payed with a credit card and I screamed, SHE DIDN'T GIVE YOU YOUR MONEY!!
I used to think that of you ripped a dollar 100 pennies would fall out of the rip.
I thought the ATM printed that nice, crisp, clean money and spit it out for you. That's why it all looked so new.
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.
I used to think that when I would go to the bank that they would put my money in a shoebox in the safe and give me back my money when I came to withdraw. Boy was I upset when they gave me somebody else's money!
I thought that when they said something like "The Dow Jones Industrial Average went up 1% on trading of 342 million shares" on the radio, that they were saying "chairs" instead of "shares".
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
Someone gave me a dollar when I was little, and I sat in the living room playing with it. I asked my ma if it was true that there were four quarters in a dollar, and she told me that I was correct.
I tore the dollar in half and tried to shake the quarters out, as if dollar bills were envelopes for quarters.
I used to believe that on money, the treasurer of the United States really signed every bill prited her self.
When I was growing up I used to hear my mother talk about her Salary and how much she got. I thought that at the end of the week she just got a bunch of celery to bring home.
When I was young, I thought coins were better than bills because they were shiny while paper money was ugly. Whenever I would get money in bills, I would exchange the bills with my cousins for coins. Finally, my parents found out and my cousins got in trouble.
Back when vending machines sold a cup of soda for a penny, I thought that if you inserted a copper penny, it would always give you Coca-Cola. If you inserted a war-time zinc penny, it always gave you a grape soda. Whenever I wanted a grape soda, I would ask my older sister to put in an "old black penny".
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