See a penny, pick it up and all the day you'll have good luck.
When I was a little girl, I learned the above nursery rhyme. Is it a nursery rhyme or just a rhyme?
On the way to work today, I found two pennies and a dime. I pick up change when I find it.
In the past, people have commented about the propensity for me to gather loose change. And some people have ridiculed me for it. I figure, when I am in the grocery store, I look at two similar items, and if there is a penny different, I pick the one which is a penny cheaper. Why not reach down and pick up loose change?
I have been finding nickels, dimes and quarters recently. Well, over the past several years, I guess. When I was a little girl, finding a nickel or dime was an experience. It brought me some satisfaction, some joy. Not that I was money-hungry. Especially on hot days, I would hold the penny in my hands and feel its warmth. Then I might think about who last held the penny.
Lazy days of summer. Just wasting time, finding an occasional penny, and thinking about how that penny connected itself to me and my small hands. Spring will drift into summer over the next several weeks, and I sometimes wonder if children today still let their minds drift to such unimportant things.
With Game Boy, iPods, cellular phones and other things that plug us into constant visual and auditory stimulation, I wonder about daydreaming. Laying on the freshly cut green grass and gazing at the clouds. Do kids still do this?
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