On Sunday night i got dinner at the local Greasy Joe's. Whilst there i dropped 5 cents by mistake and a thoughtful woman pointed out my currency folly.
I then picked up the coin, i walked outside and quickly discarded it again.
I was prompted by a memory from my time at Balgowlah and the five cent pieces that used to scatter the church front.
At that time, the then youth minister, would discard all his five cent pieces since, really, they are pretty worthless.
But, when your five years old, finding five cents makes your day.
I walked away, with my heart-clogging dinner, satisfied that i would brighten the day of a young whipper-snapper roaming the streets of Beecroft.
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