See this? We don't have them in Canada any more. Too inconsequential; troublemakers.
Remember that? What we did as kids. That's pretty much what mine looked like. If I could find it. If I ever saved one of them.
That was good for at least a half day's adventure. Hiking to the railway track on a hot summer day and carefully placing the penny on a rail. Carefully, meaning you had to mark the spot somehow, remember the point.
Hide in the bushes until the train had gone by. Of course the penny was no longer on the rail and had often spun off on a mysterious trajectory. Great competition ensued to be first to find it.
Lost, but not exactly found. This house lacks a decent flat penny.