
Many think that pennies are annoying. They add up in our wallets and they make them heavier. They don't add up to enough to really buy anything. And when we need one for the bill that is $5.01, we can't find one. Who really wants pennies. Well, one of my favorite memories/traditions has to do with pennies.
Before my mission, I worked full time at the Nursery. And we only live like 1 mile from the nursery. So I started walking to work with my dad. Every morning, we would get up and get ready for work, and then we would walk. Mom would bring any stuff that I needed, so that I could just start the day. We started out by only going 1 mile or so, and then the route changed over time, and we would walk like three miles.
Sometimes, I complained about these walks, because I am a sweat maniac. Most girls glow or glisten when they are hot. Not me. I sweat!!! I can think about mopping the floor, and I sweat. I can go get the mail on a hot day and begin to sweat. My sweat glands are a bit over excited. I hate it! So, when I would get ready for the day and do my hair and my make-up, it was the pits to show up at the nursery all sweaty, and I hadn't even started my day.
But, the walks became so much fun for me. Not only was it a time for me to be with dad, it was good exercise. I enjoyed the fresh air, and the scenery. I enjoyed talking to dad about everything and anything. He is soooo wise and inteligent. He knows all the right answers. And I loved being able to talk to him.
During these walks, he would pick up every penny that he could find. After a time, I started to join him in picking up pennies. But it didn't take too long for my competitive streak to kick in and it became a competition to see who could find the most pennies or coins. I would push him out of the way, sometimes, so that I could get the penny that he spotted first, fair and square. But I wanted to win.
Now, I can't go anywhere without scouring the roadside for any stray coins. And when I find some, I take them to my dad and he puts them in his big jar. We used to save them for the barn, but now that the barn was burned, I just give them to him without wondering for what.
Every time I see a penny in the road, I think of my dad. And my dad is one of my best friends. I will forever be grateful for all that he has taught me. I love you, Dad.