My time had not yet come when the memorials arrived. I'm not even sure that my parents had yet met. But I grew up surrounded by them so they became commonplace. Seeing a wheat cent (everyone I knew called them "wheat pennies"), especially in change, was always a big thrill. The memorials, though I now like the design more than the current shield reverse, were a little blah and ubiquitous for me while I was growing up.