When I was very small, my grandmother would save up all of her 5p coins and once a month she would give them to me. As I grew older, my parents opened a bank account for me and would deposit money each month.
But it is always the little pile of 5p coins that I remember. As I look back, I can recall counting them, learning, deciding how to spend the pound or two (sometimes as much as five whole pounds) and I feel grateful now for how that small gesture has come to mean so much to me. Just to be so important, to someone, that every little 5p coin reminded her of me.