To Our Readers

When I was about ten years old, I used to go through my Dad's pocket change when he got home from work. It was OK. He knew I was doing it. I had just started a coin collection, and I was always hoping to find something special, like an old Indian-head penny or even something from before 1900—and that would have been sixty years earlier! That seemed ancient to a ten-year-old.

I loved the old coins, and was sure that they must be worth a fortune. When I finally got a price guide for coin collecting, however, I learned that even the best ones I had found weren't worth much more than their face value. I think that was my first lesson in economics.

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