Wheatback pennies fascinated me as a kid. My mom saw this, and on days when I had a test, sometimes I would find five dollars in penny rolls to go through to vent my nervous energy when I got home. "Look, I found one," I would shout. The strain of math gone in the milling through dates and counting and checking. Better than having me bouncing around the house anxiously asking, "Did I do okay on my math test?" My mom has always been a pretty good therapist.
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