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Here is a story I wrote about a coin.

Coin Story by Dallin

“Ouch!”

Something hit me as I was struck in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. It was 1941.

I suddenly fell into a bag with my 175,089,999 siblings. Soon it grew dark as the bag was closed. When it was light again, we were all at the bank. I was put in a roll of dimes with forty-nine of my siblings. They gave us to this evil looking man who withdrew us. It turned out that the man wasn’t that evil. He had a soft wallet that kept us comfortable. He went to a store and gave three of us to the storekeeper for a woven basket. We were put in a cash register.

“I wish I weren’t separated from so much of my family,” I said.

We were in the cash register for a long time. We got bored after a while. I soon met a nickel with whom I became friends. One day, I was taken out of the cash register with my friend the nickel. Before I got too far away, I said good-bye to my siblings.

The cashier gave us to a lady who left the store immediately. She kept muttering things to herself about how rude the cashier was. She gripped us tightly until she finally put the nickel and me in her dirty purse. We coughed trying to get the dust away from us. The ride was so bumpy that I fell out of the purse. I rolled along until I hit a soldier’s foot. He felt me hit him and picked me up. The soldier said that I would be useful on his trip.

I asked myself out loud, “A trip?”

As the soldier arrived at the airport, he boarded a plane. While he flew he had a conversation with the pilot.

“I can’t believe they bombed Pearl Harbor,” the soldier stated. “Now there are hundreds of soldiers headed to Hawaii.”

When the soldier got to Pearl Harbor, he headed to the base. I stayed there for a long time. He put me in various places as the years passed. Finally, he flew back. The only difference was that the soldier and the pilot were talking about going to Salt Lake City, Utah. When we arrived, I saw that it looked different in some ways and the same in some ways.

The soldier said, “I need a Coca-Cola.”

He went to a vending machine and put me in it. I didn’t know if I’d like it or not, but I was excited.

A moment later, I yelled, “This is the most joyful time of my life!”

It felt like a waterslide. Then, I jolted downward. I fell into a dark room with lots of other coins. The landing could’ve been softer. Some of the coins yelled at me for landing on them. These coins were big bullies. They were mean to me until the coins were taken out of the place by a person. I was hiding in the corner, so the person didn’t find me. I met nice coins and mean coins.

One day, the person felt me and saw that I was dusty. I was so dusty, that he thought that I must’ve been there a long time. I was in there for a long time. Actually, I was in there for a year. The man took me to his store. The man who found me traded me out for change for a quarter. The man he gave me to looked exhausted and had a bunch of strange mechanical parts he had purchased. His name was Bob.

Bob took me to a huge room where there were lots of people taking notes and putting things together. They were talking about making the first automatic electronic digital computer. After a few days, I heard them say that it worked. They were glad that they had made an invention for which they could get paid.

The man who owned me kept me in his savings jar (in which there was mostly pennies and dollar bills), where I spent a couple of years. Bob never took coins out of the jar; he just put them in.

One day, Bob had so many coins saved, that there were 10 layers of coins on top of me. He must have been getting something really expensive; he had saved $2,651 held in 20 jars.

Bob went to a shop to buy a car, or more specifically, a Buick Roadmaster Convertible Sedan. He took me to a parking lot, where there were a bunch of cars with prices written on their windshields.

“Wow”, I thought when I saw so many cars.

Bob walked toward the storeowner. “I would like to buy a convertible sedan with tubeless tires,” he said. Pulling the money in a small wagon, he presented it to the storeowner. The storeowner gave Bob the keys to the car he picked out, and Bob gave the other constantly talking coins and me to the storeowner, who was named Bill. As I saw my past owner drive away in his new, shiny red car, I was sad.

“At least I had met another dime just like me who was very nice to me”, I thought.

We soon found out we were cousins. I hoped that we would stay together until we were lost. The coin was named Sally. Speaking of names, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you my name, Fred.

Bill started walking home. He put me in his pocket and went to a store. I was still with my cousin, which made me happy. Bill put me in his comfy wallet, where I stayed for awhile. Bill went to another store and gave me, my cousin, and many other coins to the cashier to get his picture taken by the first Polaroid camera. The new guy who now owned me took me home. He put me in a drawer and forgot me. I was there for so long that I lost track of time.

One day, I woke up to the sound of clanking metal. I soon found out what was happening. They were tearing the house down! My cousin and I got covered in a bunch of junk. I was buried. I waited and slept for over 30 years until there was light. A man picked me up and washed me. He loaned me to Dallin who is telling my story right now.