In 1962 I was 13 yrs old, and going to Brosville School, just West of Danville, VA. Attended 18 different schools prior to finishing high school, so I've zero lifetime friends. I was walking on the school playground just kicking dirt clods, and out popped a 1766 Spanish Reale. Gave it to my Stepfather as it was his birthday.
He was killed in an auto accident about 10 years ago now, so I inherited it back from him. So, I still have it somewhere around here.
But finding that coin lived with me through today. Picked up a treasure mag at a convenience store in '83 and was inspired to buy a detector = Garrett Deepseeker ADS III, and have sporadically been digging dirt since then.
You go out swinging = you get away from it all - all things bothering you.
TH'ing is a wonderful way to put your troubles behind you. AND sometimes you find things which delight you