Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?

I admit that my first response to this prompt was:

“But WP that means I have to get up off of the couch.” I did try to dig around the couch to see if there were any coins. Alas, there were none to be found nearby.

So, I got up and went into the kitchen. I needed a coffee refill anyway. And there on the counter was quarter. I took it’s picture, then looked at it. 1970.

I was not alive in 1970. I suppose I was a gleam in my daddy’s eye. I think they may have been even trying in 1970, but I was not conceived until January 1971.

So, in 1970, I could have been doing any number of things. Maybe I was floating about in the ether, looking for a place to land. Perhaps my soul was in another body, waiting to move on. I suppose we will never know.