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.