When we were in the 3rd grade, she had the idea of going on a treasure hunt during recess. It sounded like a perfectly reasonable way to spend the morning, so off we went. We spent the entirety of our free time poking around the boundaries of the school play ground, in search of anything valuable. A variety of lost trinkets were discovered, along with the occasional blue paper lunch ticket. Our treasure hunt continued through several days’ recess.
Finally, we came upon the jackpot. At the far end of the field there was a long row of tires, used for climbing and jumping. We were inspecting the area underneath the tires when we discovered a mound of coins. The money was hidden from view, and we only found it because we were feeling around the grassy area with our hands. “We’re rich!” I exclaimed. Katy and I made a plan to keep the money hidden until we could sneak a bag onto the playground to collect the money. The next day, we discreetly shoved all the coins into a plastic grocery bag, and smuggled our booty home. When we finally were able to count the money, it turned out to be around $25, mostly quarters.
Our successful treasure hunt had several immediate outcomes. First, it solidified for me the fact that Katy was a crazy genius. Second, we decided the best use of our new financial status was to splurge on ice cream at the school snack shop.