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When I was little I thought that you could print out your own money from the computer. I never understood why my mom said that we didn't have the money to buy me a toy at the time.
I used to have a strange belief that everything would happen at least once in your life, like a bee sting, or a house fire, or anything, it was only until i once read the chances of winning the lottery that it became apparent that this is not true!
Not me but my mom knew someone who didn't realize when people talk about "The Government" paying for something it meant with tax money. Apparently he thought the Government just had a unlimited amount of money just sitting around or something! What a maroon..
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 hear the business report on the radio and think they were saying that 25 million chairs were traded on Wall Street. I pictured a huge room with millions of metal folding chairs being moved around.
when my son was 8 he overheard his mom & I talk about a
family we knew that had fallen on hard financial times.He looks at me & says well why don't they just go to the ATM & get more money.I hugged him to keep him from seeing me cry.
When my mother complained about bills I would tell her to just put them in the bin, thinking that would be them gone.
I used to believe that my parents were mean to not have alot of money. I thought that I would be a much better parent because I would choose to be rich and give alot to my children,
As a kid, I could not understand why the cashiers in supermarkets would give change to you when you'd pay. The only explanation I could figure out was: you're to pay $100, and you only have $90 in your pocket, so the cashier gives you the missing $10. But I thought this was weird, though, because any dishonest person would just pretend having only $20 in order to get $80.
We grew up abroad, and didn't get many foreign newspapers and anything American was considered a real treat. When I overheard my parents talking about subscribing to a newspaper that I understood to be called The Herald Tribillion, I assumed this meant that each issue cost tribillion dollars. I reached the happy, yet misguided, opinion that we were phenomenally rich.
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.
Once when I was very young, I overheard someone talking about "borrowing $10." It made no sense to me. If you borrow something, then you have to return it, but what was the point of borrowing a ten dollar bill unless you needed to spend it. And once you spent it, how could you give it back. It never occurred to me that you could pay back a debt with a different bill.
when i was a kid i used to believe that service-station attendants were the richest people in the world. that's because they had all this money in their pockets when it was time to pay after refueling
Once my mum was given a £10 not to share with her sister. Only being 4 she ripped it straight in half, thinking she was being generous, only to be hysterically laughed at by her whole family!
I sometimes watched people borrowing money from others. They said "I'll give it back to you tomorrow" or something like that.. I always wondered how they would be able to give it back after having spent it.
In 3rd grade we were given an assignment to write about what we'd do if we'd won $10,000. I had grand plans about traveling the world, owning a fleet of airplanes and cruise ships, living in mansions with servants and never having to work again.
i used to want to be a tollbooth attendant because i thought they got to keep all the money.
I remember when I didn't understand how bank interest worked - when my mum or dad told me that money grew in banks, I always pictured people struggling out of the building with huge 2p coins in their arms!
I believed that the money one put in the bank was the exact money that one would get back. I cried in the bank when my mother handed me a ten dollar bill instead of the ten silver dollars my grandfather had given me on my fifth or sixth birthday a few months before.
I thought that bank tellers had little vaults underneath their desks with customers' names on them, and when you came to the bank to deposit or withdraw they would open up your little vault and add or take money out of it.
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