Have you ever wondered what would the coin would like to tell you if it could speak? Will it tell you the story of it’s best and worst owners? Or the story about places it has went?
Here with me, is a 50 cent coin minted in 1983. Minted in the same year as I was born. I found it when I was rummaging for coins to pay my toll (but I did not used the coin. You can call me sentimental. :) I don’t mind.). Then I was wondering ‘What had you went through?’. Hence, here are my thoughts I’m blogging about.
Perhaps on the year it was minted, I believe it was a prized coin. Imagine the buying power of those days. When I was just starting primary school, a bowl of noodles cost only 50 cents. The last year in my school days, the price of the noodles increased to 60-70 cents. That was throughout a six-year period. Mind you, I started my primary school in 1990. And I can still remember that I could get a Colonel Burger for a mere RM2 in 1996-1997.
The coin must have been past from one hand to another. From the rich to the poor. From old to young. From one race to another. From buyers to traders. Someone was careless with the coin as well as I noted that there are marks on the coin impress. It must have fell on the floor and rolled away. Perhaps someone picked it up as well and use the money.
So many possibilities and yet so many things would have happened to the coin. I believe that it would have an advice to give throughout it’s 26 years of experiences it has gathered. =)
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