...When I was in kindergarten, a fellow classmate told me to "plant" some coins in a certain spot of the playing grounds, and convinced me that a money tree would grow...When I told my mom about the whole thing she told me the truth, but through the 1st grade I'd check the spot, just in case...

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Rebecca from Toronto tells us how she developed a fear of money:

My Mother told me to always be very careful with money. I should always wash my hands after handling it and I should never, ever put it anywhere near my mouth because it was the filthiest thing in the world.

I some how decided that this was because people kept their money in their bum.

Of course, once I had some money of my own, I quickly realized this was not the case. Unfortunately the idea stuck with me rather a long time and as a cashier during high school, I would get quite sick when someone would hand me paper money that was at all.... damp.

Damp money is never fun. But most people wouldn't put money in their butt right? Right?

Seth from Temecula had these ideas about child actors.

When I was younger my mother told me that kids in commercials would get paid thousands of dollars for being in a commercial. Naturally being young and naive I was under the impression the child was paid thousands of dollars every time their commercial was played.

Derick writes:

When I would ask my mom for things at the store, she would tell me we can't afford to buy you everything. That's no excuse when you are under the impression that writing checks=printing money.

Aaron from Cleveland, OH reveals this bit of his childhood:

One morning when I was maybe three years old, my dad stopped to say goodbye to me as he left for work. I asked him why he had to leave and couldn't stay to play. He said, "It's so you can sit here and eat cereal." Sure, he sounds like a dick, but at the time he worked in a General Motors factory which would be reason enough to backhand me for querying so ignorantly.

Later that week, he and I were out running errands and stopped by the factory so he could get paid. I insisted that he ask for Cocoa Puffs, because I was tired of the Rice Krispies they had been giving him.

I was so stupid, it defies the rules of natural selection that I even live to divulge this.