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  • One day, after school, a friend came around to play. My twin brother, my friend Finn and I, were playing indoors.
    We were playing ‘war’ with our plastic toy-soldiers , cowboys and indians, Romans and Britons. It was a great way to make a good sized battle field. We had some tanks and rocket-launcher too.
    For some reason, I don’t know why, Finn introduced some new ‘heavy artillery’ in the form of some coins he had in his pocket. We used these as projectiles to knock out the enemy battalions.
    In the heat of the battle, so to speak, Finn put one of the coins in his mouth and managed to swallow it.
    My brother and I thought this was hilarious until we saw the panic in his eyes, heard his gargling and saw his face begin to turn blue. The coin was stuck in his throat.
    My brother went to get my mother while I slapped him on the back. This didn’t help.
    My mother came in upset and anxious, but hugged him around his middle from behind and with a few jerks of her arms tried to force the obstacle out, but to no avail.
    By this time Finn was seriously choking.
    My eldest brother who was studying for his exams in his bedroom, heard the commotion, and came rushing down the stairs to help.
    He understood immediately what he had to do. He picked Finn up, turned him upside-down, and grabbing him by his ankles, shook him vigorously.
    To the sound of Finn's gasping for air, the coin dislodged, bounced, rolled across the floor, spun around a few times and came to a standstill on the ceramic tiles in the hallway. It was a two pence piece; quite a large coin for a nine-year old boy to swallow.
    My mother, who was very upset at this point, picked the coin up and put it in her apron pocket. She proceeded to give Finn a stern talking to and how he should never do such an irresponsible thing again. He could have died and what should his mother think.
    Finn, who was getting his breath back, listened and waited patiently. When my mother was finished he raised his open hand and asked,
    ‘Mrs. O’Donovan, can I have my money back.’

    We all just burst out laughing.

    Finn was lucky that day.
    As with all coin games there are only ever two possible results…
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