As a little girl I was introduced to the world of coin collecting by my father. He has always collected coins. I can recall all those evenings when he would painstakingly search through jars of coins, always looking for “the right ones” to add to his coin folders or individual sleeves. I would always help him search through the pennies, like I was on a treasure hunt, hoping to be the one to find the coins he was in search of. It was a treat when he would take them out and share some of their backgrounds, origins, and why they were items that should be collected.
Once when I was in the fourth grade, I found a half-dollar and immediately took it to him. After telling me some of the pertinent information about the half-dollars, he advised me to put it in a safe place. I did. I still have that coin as well as the others I’ve collected over the years. To this day, whenever I see a half-dollar, I become that little girl and still take it to my dad. He still takes a look at it and tells me to put it away. Each one of those coins is a memory I cherish.