things of coins and memories
when you are in a memory, you never know it. you never know that what you just saw and felt is going to stick with you for a lifetime. You never know that you are going to forget a great moment until its gone and then brought back again. You think that when you witness something great that you will never forget it, but you do. it’s life, we all do.
I remember the first time I bought a Charleston chew with my own money. I handed the cashier my money and when she handed me the change, the coins hit the palm of my hand with a ‘chtink’ noise. a noise so faint, that only the exact amount of attention would have been able to detect it. too much would be excitement and too little would have been….just normal life.
this was not the normal ‘chink’ noise that coin change made when it landed in my palm. This had an extra ‘tink’ to it. I know because i counted my piggy bank as often as I got bored. I shoved the cashier coins in my pocket and went home to investigate every single one. who knows, I may have been the only twelve year old to receive a gold coin as change for a candy bar. I could be the only twelve year old millionaire. I spent hours finding the culprit to ‘tink’ inside the ‘chink’. and, finally, I realized what the difference was.
It was a silver coin.
It was a silver coin that most people wouldn’t even notice, but to me, it was everything. I put that silver coin in a jar. and still to this day I can pull it out and show you the exact coin that made the “chTink” from my Charleston chew. Sometimes memories are like that. If we pay too much attention then we never notice, and If we aren’t paying enough attention we can’t see that something so small could make such a big difference.
I go through my days hoping that every moment is a silver coin moment, but I know that it’s not, so when I do wrap my palm around one I try to hold on forever and never forget. I put it in my jar. I hold on forever. those coins are my memories and those memories are my coins.