My parents started my relationship with money by giving me a dime a week. They called it allowance but it was actually "pay" for doing my chores ( dusting end tables). I'm not even sure what age I was but I do know that I was extremely young and they would later find the dime laying around the house, discarded but thankfully not swallowed. My money management skills are not much improved...the other day I was cleaning a closet and I found two $20s in a pocket of one of my coats.
When I got a little older I remember my family would go out for Pizza at Jimmy's Pizza every Friday night and have dinner. Then they would give me an allowance which eventually reached $1 and then $5...and I would immediately go down to Purvis' Drug Store and spend it all on comic books, candy, and other novelty items. by Saturday morning I was broke, but who cared? I wasn't supporting a family of five, was I? I think the phrase is "spend thrift".
I read a book called "Money, A Memoir" by Liz Perle. It's a terrific look at all the emotional issues women, in particular, have around money. It's startling to read about what lengths our gender will go to in order to secure the green stuff -- stay in bad jobs (full of harassment) or stay in horrible marriages (full of harassment). It's worth a look if you feel you have an unnatural relationship with moola and how it's made. There's nothing funny about that.