This was actually a VERY hard post to answer! I liked everything I was blessed to find -
This may sound somewhat stupid; BUT; (that's never stopped me before)
This ugly, barely legible, scratched, I mean it even has an ugly Matron Head on it, this funky Large Cent,
Is the FIRST coin I found pre-1900's. I couldn't believe it when I found it. I just sat there, bursting inside and afraid to grin outside.
I was with a buddy who congratulated me for the find and cussed me at the same time.
I carried that ugly/beautiful coin around in my pocket for a month before I could put it in the coin book. It's shiny partially and almost legible because I did
what you're not supposed to do. I held it in my hand and slid it around my fingers like a little kid 50 years ago with a new nickle.
I imagined who had it last? Who had it before them? What it bought and how upset were they to lose it? Did they even look for it?
Now, I had it, One Hundred and Ninety Seven years later.
I still get that same feeling about every old thing I find.
And this simple lonely cufflink. Because it's not a coin. It represents every artifact I found that is not a coin. It's a fact of life. It had a job to do, and it did it until it broke
and fell away from it's master's cuff to be found in the dirt by another relic. me.
Sweet to see everyone finds - HH,
Chris
That confusion lasted for about a second 
