I have a vivid memory of my daddy coming home from work and always heading straight for me and digging into his pockets and bringing out a handful of coins and he would always let me have however many my little hands and fingers could latch onto but in retrospect I don’t think it was ever more than a dollars worth of coins, if that much, but it always made me feel so special and so happy to do this with my daddy. I was the only girl with six brothers all older than me but he only let me do this little thing with his coins. I always rushed to put them in my piggy bank afterwards. My brothers were all busy doing boy stuff. I would give anything if I had a picture of me and my daddy from back then.