Short Stories!

Loose Change

  So, Imagine little five year old SaviorFall. I was a chubby little kid, but still small enough to get under couches and beds. I was an only child at the time, it was just me, my mom, and maybe one of her boyfriends. I often found myself finding loose change, pennies, dimes, those sorts of things, lying around. I'd find them on end tables, under the bed, almost everywhere. Now, you're probably thinking that I did something normal like save up the coins I found and put them in a piggy bank. Oh but you couldn't be more wrong. I ATE THEM! You read that right, I would eat the coins! I eventually stopped by age seven, but I remember when I was in middle school and one of my friends offered me a piece of gum. The piece of gum was supposedly bubble gum flavor. It did not taste like bubble gum, it tasted like pennies! I told my friend that and they then questioned, how did I know what pennies taste like? I explained and we both got a laugh out of it.