so obviously having a small turtle introspect about her childhood experiences with money leads to a whole new set of “is this normal?” or occasionally “does this ever happen? like, to anyone? what the fuck”
We had a lot of attempts to institute an allowance that never lasted very long, and what form the allowance took varied between attempts. IIRC, there were some versions where the money was dependent on good behaviour, but it wasn’t phrased as a fine: rather, “refraining from having a tantrum” *was* one of the tasks you had to complete in order to receive your money.
When we did the garage sale when I was 13 so that we wouldn’t have as much stuff to haul up to Canada, I *think* there were separate sections for each kid’s stuff. We’ve occasionally taken part in bake sales, and if I baked my own contribution I was consistently allowed to keep the profit. (It was inconsistent as to whether the cost of ingredients and/or the cost of things I bought from other bake-sale participants were deducted from the take.)
I don’t think I’ve heard the joint-casing one.
I never ran a service myself, unless you count Girl Scout cookies (and the profits from that went into a group fund for the troop, which was then used to cover supplies, field trip travel costs, and the like). I don’t know if it was common.
I don’t think I was ever outright forbidden from spending my money on a toy. (There was no question of whether I would get the money: even in-between allowance attempts, my extended family always gave me gifts of money for my birthday and Hanukkah, and I was allowed to keep it in a separate bank account.) There were a couple of times I wanted to buy a gadget and Dad talked me into getting a different gadget instead. (Which I think was for the best. A laptop *was* better than a Game Boy Advance (although I later got a GBA as a gift), and the Sandisk off-brand iPod was cheaper than Apple’s without really losing anything functionality-wise.)
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