Mike was asking for detecting memories, so I thought I would kick it off by telling everyone how I got introduced to detecting.
My family was sort of poor when growing up. We never received anything new accept for birthdays and Christmas.
I was seven when I got a metal detector for my birthday. It was blue, had a horse on it and I think it was called a Mustang. It only had one knob on it that must have been for disc.
Anyway, friends of my parents were having a Church cookout/ pool party at their house and as we packed up the car I decided to take the detector with me. We also took my grandmother, because she always spent Sundays with our family.
Towards the end of the cookout my brother and I decided to try our luck at finding treasure. All the kids there were pretty excited to watch as we search the side yard of the home. One of the boys who lived there wanted us to try the front yard, by a large area of rocks and bushes. I was surround by at least eight kids while searching this area. Before long my detector was beeping like crazy and every time I would clear the area with my foot coins would pop up. Kids were having a great time recovering all the coins. We must have pulled out three or four dollars worth of coins that day. It was so much fun and I couldn't believe the luck I was having.
We then made our way to the backyard, not finding anything as we went. There was a group of people standing together that included my grandmother. She kept motioning me to come on over. She wanted me to detect around her so she could watch. As I started, once again my machine started to beep. I could see in the grass pennies all around. I knew at once that she must have been tossing pennies down for me to find. I ended up with a hand full of pennies but I felt bad. My grandmother was very poor and I felt horrible taking her money. Later I went up to my mom and asked if I should give my grandma back the money I found. She assured me that it was fine and my grandma was having a great time watching us so I should keep all my finds.
On the car ride home I was in my glory counting all the money I found. I also couldn't believe all the money we found in those rocks in the front yard. My brother later let it slip that the boy who made us check the front yard had actually planted all the money for me to find.
It warms my heart every time I think back about this boy and my grandma planting this money for me to find.
Thanks for reading.... I would love to read your stories!
My family was sort of poor when growing up. We never received anything new accept for birthdays and Christmas.
I was seven when I got a metal detector for my birthday. It was blue, had a horse on it and I think it was called a Mustang. It only had one knob on it that must have been for disc.
Anyway, friends of my parents were having a Church cookout/ pool party at their house and as we packed up the car I decided to take the detector with me. We also took my grandmother, because she always spent Sundays with our family.
Towards the end of the cookout my brother and I decided to try our luck at finding treasure. All the kids there were pretty excited to watch as we search the side yard of the home. One of the boys who lived there wanted us to try the front yard, by a large area of rocks and bushes. I was surround by at least eight kids while searching this area. Before long my detector was beeping like crazy and every time I would clear the area with my foot coins would pop up. Kids were having a great time recovering all the coins. We must have pulled out three or four dollars worth of coins that day. It was so much fun and I couldn't believe the luck I was having.
We then made our way to the backyard, not finding anything as we went. There was a group of people standing together that included my grandmother. She kept motioning me to come on over. She wanted me to detect around her so she could watch. As I started, once again my machine started to beep. I could see in the grass pennies all around. I knew at once that she must have been tossing pennies down for me to find. I ended up with a hand full of pennies but I felt bad. My grandmother was very poor and I felt horrible taking her money. Later I went up to my mom and asked if I should give my grandma back the money I found. She assured me that it was fine and my grandma was having a great time watching us so I should keep all my finds.
On the car ride home I was in my glory counting all the money I found. I also couldn't believe all the money we found in those rocks in the front yard. My brother later let it slip that the boy who made us check the front yard had actually planted all the money for me to find.
It warms my heart every time I think back about this boy and my grandma planting this money for me to find.
Thanks for reading.... I would love to read your stories!
