As far back as I can remember，the large pickle（泡菜）jar sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom.When he got ready for bed，Dad would empty his pocket and toss his coins into the jar.As ar small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar.They landed with a merry jingle to a dull thud（沉闷声）as the jar was filled.I used to kneel down on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that shone like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window.
    When the jar was filled，Dad would take it to the bank.Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box，the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck.Each and every time，Dad would look at me hopefully."Those coins are going to keep you put of the textile mill，son.You are going to do better than me."Also，each and every time，as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank towards the cashier，he would grin proudly."These are for my son's college fund.He'll never work at the mill all his life like me."
    We would always celebrate each depositby stopping for an ice-cream cone.I always got chocolate.Dad always got vanilla.When the clerk at the ice-cream parlor handed Dad his change，he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm."When we get home，we'll start filling the jar again."
    He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar.As they rattled around with a brief，happy jingle，we grinned at each other."You'll get to college on pennies，nickels，dimes and quarters，"he said."But you'll get there.I'll see to that."
    Years later，I finished college，landed a job in a big city，met my wonderful wife Susan and had our daughter Jessica.
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Once，when we visited my parents，I led Susan into the bedroom._______
Looking at the jar with the shining coins，Susan's eyes were misted with tears._____________