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A Hard Lesson Learned On a brisk winter day, when I was seven years old, my mother and I went shopping for a few things in downtown Miamisburg. One of our stops was at the local five and dime store operated by a kindly old couple who we knew well. I loved that place! A small shop with aisle after aisle of what was really useless stuff; but what treasures a seven-year old could find there! As Mom went off in search of thread, I headed for the toy aisle. There I could always find something of interest. What neat things they had there- puppets, toy cars, plastic rings, but on that particular day, what caught my eye was a bank shaped just like a glass milk bottle. It even had a picture of a milkman putting coins into a milk bottle. I knew the minute I saw it I would just have to have it. Besides, it was cheap, only seventy-five cents. I took it over to where my mom was browsing, showed it to her and smiling I said, “Mom, this is only seventy-five cents. Pleeease, Mom?” She put down one of the spools of thread she was holding and said, “No Honey, you already have your bunny rabbit bank for your money. Now go and put that one back where you got it.” I was crushed. My bunny rabbit bank was plastic with fur on it. It didn’t make any noise when you put coins in. But this one was made of glass and I longed to hear the clinking sound of coins being dropped in. Crestfallen, I walked back to the toy aisle to put back the bank that I was sure was meant for me.
Approximate Word count = 1152
Approximate Pages = 4.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
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