How I became a collector of bullion coins
When I was a little child, we lived in the countryside, far away from the city. I went to a small village school where we all sat in one room and were taught by just one teacher. I didnt have many friends as I was the youngest child at school. During the summer, I usually stayed at home, quite bored at times. But every August an uncle from Toronto visited us. I dont remember his face very well, I only know he had a hoarse voice and that he collected old bullion coins. They were usually very interesting Egyptian, Spanish or British coins. I remember playing with them and looking at the faces of kings and queens and imagining they were talking to me. Uncle Harry knew I liked his coins, and he would give me a couple of them as a birthday present sometimes. I kept them in a wooden box under my bed, like a treasure. After eight years I already had a small collection. Then, my uncle left the country and I havent seen him ever since. My family moved to a larger town and I started a new school. I didnt give up my hobby, though. I still collect bullion coins and I already have two hundred and seventy-four. My girlfriend was really impressed when she first saw the collection. Im not going to sell my coins. They are more than just valuable pieces of silver and gold to me.