Finding pennies was the least intimidating way for me to get used to having money in my hands. A single penny could almost be written off as insignificant, until we dropped each one in a jar and watched real value stacking up. Now, almost every time I left the house, I came back coin-handed. The number of coins we'd found on the ground was actually amounting to something we could use.
Free Money. Everywhere I went. Not money I "earned." Not money I "worked hard for." Just Money. Money Just For Me. For no other reason than Because.
When pennies became so commonplace I wondered when I'd start banking silver coin, within the week a nickel showed up. We collected quarters and dollar bills. A $5! Our game never got old, because money always mattered.
If it's laying at your feet, why not pick it up? Put it in a jar and watch it grow.
I appreciated money more. I let it come a lot easier. And I no longer questioned whether I did something that made me worthy of receiving it.