Look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?
I cheated and use the second coin I found – the first coin was from 1983, and I wasn’t born yet. So, the next coin I found was a penny from 1993.
In 1993, I was five years old and my parents and I moved out of the inner city of Green Bay into a suburban neighborhood. It was a nice area. It was sandwiched between Schmidt Park – the rich neighborhood, a farmer’s field, and some low-income apartments that were going up.
My parents moved because they wanted things to be better for us and wanted me to go to a better school and I appreciate that. It was a beautiful house in a nice neighborhood. Being five was difficult though. My grandmother died, and we were close. Hm. Not sure if I should say this or not, but there was a teenage boy in the neighborhood that hung out around me and another girl my age… it’s what it sounds like. I also was getting sick from a brain tumor I had that wouldn’t be diagnosed until I was eight… I was just clumsy at this point and prone to headaches, the vomiting didn’t start until I was around seven; I think.
I guess my childhood wasn’t the easiest, but it wasn’t anybody’s fault it wasn’t perfect. I took a long time to become accepting of my childhood, and I’m still working on being peaceful about my past.