My Life As A Dime
My Life as a Dime I began life at the mint in 1987 as a dime. I don't remember much of my time there though, just that it was full of coins, new and old. I also remember leaving the mint in a truck headed for god knows where. Later I found out I had ended up in a place called Toronto where I sat in a bank for days and days with other coins both like and unlike me. Soon enough I was taken by a man who placed me in his pocket. Later that day I was given to his son as part of his allowance. This little boy ran to the store where he placed me on the counter along with some other coins and bought some candy with us.