Shiny, silvery, brand new from the mint. Yep, that�s me, I�m Quint the Quarter. I have the symbol for Pennsylvania stamped on my back, and my head matches George Washington�s. Unfortunately, the only things I can say are In God We Trust, Liberty, 2000, U.S.A, and Quarter dollar.
Right after I was born, I was immediately packaged into a roll with a bunch of other quarters. I could tell right away that people weren�t going to handle me with care. They all thought that I was just a worthless little quarter. I heard a human say we were going to a bank. I didn�t exactly know what that was, but it sounded scary. When we arrived, I decided that it was too stuffy in the roll, so I broke free into the open world. �OUCH!� I screamed when I landed face down on the ground. That really hurt.
Luckily the U.S. Mint man didn�t notice me, but instead a little boy did. I was shoved into a pocket full of sticky lollipops and some kind of slimy stuff that I desperately tried to stay away from.
I stayed in this pocket for awhile until I was handed to the mother. Into an ice cream cone I went, after being used to pay for ice cream. The ice cream man hadn�t been paying attention so he dropped me into a cone. The ice cream was so cold it sent shivers up my spine. The vanilla flavor was slowly suffocating me. This was not a good feeling.
Apparently people do not like quarters in their ice cream because as soon as that warm wet tongue hit me, I was spit to the ground. Gum just happened to be in my way. Its sticky surface sucked me in like quicksand. I would probably never be wanted again.
My life as a quarter has not been the best. I think that if I had a choice, I would rather be a penny because this way I could bring people good luck to people when found heads up.