One of my earlier memories is of a naptime at a in-home daycare, lying there on the ground with all the other kids but illicitly holding a penny in my mouth, until I accidentally swallowed it. I remember I freaked out in my mind a little bit, but didn't tell anybody, and apparently it all came out in the end more or less okay.
It's a little bit wild to think of no more pennies in life, not that I use or really appreciate them anymore. It's just one of those things that's always been there. Bye, penny.
It's a little bit wild to think of no more pennies in life, not that I use or really appreciate them anymore. It's just one of those things that's always been there. Bye, penny.