Flowing from the chute and ringing with metallic joy, the gold coins flowed ceaselessly.

We grabbed as many as we could, pockets filled with these heavy discs, and walked sludging home to show our aunt and uncle.

They talked about dreams coming true and how much our futures were now better, paved with gold.

We went out into the street and played, as at every opportunity, with the other kids.

Soon we would be called in to do homework and then later on to eat macaroni pie.