Because one is, and the other is nearing, over a hundred years old. And they just happened to be in a bag of pennies that my son's nana gave to him. Up to that point, our oldest coin was a '43 steel penny.
It's one thing to think about how a coin wound in the ground for you to eventually find. But to think about all the things that had to happen for that coin to instead wind up among a hundred others for you to be given and then found? That's what is eye-popping and mind-blowing for me. And the look on my sons face as we were sorting all the coins… it was something special that I'll never forget.
I don't live in an area that's known for really old things (aside from people), so this was an incredible find for us.
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