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My Old Penny
I think I’m the oldest thing in this house! I know that I’m the oldest thing in this house because I’m about two hundred years old. Come to think of it… I’m exactly one hundred forty five years old. I was made in 1861 and can still remember how hot it was in the fire when I was being made. It was so hot in there, a person could have melted. It was about 1,838 degrees C. in there. This story starts when I was made. I was put into a cash register and cooped up with a bunch of other pennies a little older than me. All of a sudden, I was taken out and given to someone for change. Then I was dropped onto the ground! I was held onto for a few years and then given away for some stupid socks. I was then put into someone’s pocket for a year or two. I gained some value to, I think, ten cents. I was happy when that happened. Then I went up to ten dollars! I got really happy when that happened to me! People then started giving me away for games, change and stuff like that! I wished I was back in the factory. It was sometime during the second world war when somebody wanted to melt me down into a bullet. The person who owned me wouldn’t let me go for any reason. Who would ever want to be melted down? Sooner or later a boy got me from the bank and stuffed me into a paper bag and left me there for about thirty years. I was kept in there until finally the bag opened! I was being looked at by a thirty eight year old woman and a ten year old boy. They were looking for the date I was made on when the boy found it! It was 1861. I was so happy to see the light again! The boy was confused because I was a girl. Can’t a penny be a girl! It’s like he’s never seen a girl penny before. Now that boy is writing a story about me. It says everything on this paper. Flash!!! And now they just took a picture of me! Flash!!! They just took a picture of my backside! Sorry about that; I blacked out. Well, that’s my story, at least for now. |
