When my grandad came home at the end of his first week of paid work, he handed his mother his pay.

It was a golden half-sovereign.

She put it carefully away in a place for special things, and when he left home, she took it out and gave it back to him.

He kept it all his life, and when he died, it came down to my mother, who boxed it prettily, and passed it on to me.

I'm glad my grandad kept the first dollar he ever made.