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I was on a walk with my dad once in Devon I think, and I found a few quid and bits of change on the floor. I was thrilled. Then I found some more and I thought it was christmas. Then I found a fiver and shit went through the roof. I was 6 maybe, this was lots of sweet. I was now running ahead on the path with eyes fixed down, determined to find some more. Low and fucking behold there was £10! I'm basically uncontrollably excited. So many sweets. Keep going - £20!!!! This is the best day of my life. My Dad starts to look a bit uncomfortable. Can I really be allowed to keep all of this? Anyway, I'm screeching along the path looking for more treasure. Only to find a lady's purse. Clearly it had been half falling from her bag, leaving a trail of money and then finally the purse itself hopped out. I have never known a sadness like my Dad telling me we had to put all the money back in the purse and hand it in to the police. Tears for days and I'm not sure I've really got over the grieving for those sweets...