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a blue ink fountain pen from my dad. It was the mo

a blue ink fountain pen from my dad. It was the most coveted item I had ever wanted. I watched my dad writing in his diary with his elegant pen and I wanted to do the same. The process of filling the pen with ink with a dropper and not spilling any of it fascinated me to no end. My dad bought a brand new pen when I transitioned from writing with Pencils to Pen in the fifth grade. The way he gave it to me made me realise how carefully I need to cherish it. I couldn't use the eraser any longer so I needed to write very carefully .There were not to be any strike outs. That was my first life lesson to think before penning it down. It was a great step forward in self discipline. For me it was a transition from Pencil to Pen and from childhood to a mini version of adulthood to act responsibly and to be responsible for my very own possession. a blue ink fountain pen from my dad. It was the most coveted item I had ever wanted. I watched my dad writing in his diary with his elegant pen and I wanted to do the same. The process of filling the pen with ink with a dropper and not spilling any of it fascinated me to no end. My dad bought a brand new pen when I transitioned from writing with Pencils to Pen in the fifth grade. The way he gave it to me made me realise how carefully I need to cherish it. I couldn't use the eraser any longer so
a blue ink fountain pen from my dad. It was the most coveted item I had ever wanted. I watched my dad writing in his diary with his elegant pen and I wanted to do the same. The process of filling the pen with ink with a dropper and not spilling any of it fascinated me to no end. My dad bought a brand new pen when I transitioned from writing with Pencils to Pen in the fifth grade. The way he gave it to me made me realise how carefully I need to cherish it. I couldn't use the eraser any longer so I needed to write very carefully .There were not to be any strike outs. That was my first life lesson to think before penning it down. It was a great step forward in self discipline. For me it was a transition from Pencil to Pen and from childhood to a mini version of adulthood to act responsibly and to be responsible for my very own possession. a blue ink fountain pen from my dad. It was the most coveted item I had ever wanted. I watched my dad writing in his diary with his elegant pen and I wanted to do the same. The process of filling the pen with ink with a dropper and not spilling any of it fascinated me to no end. My dad bought a brand new pen when I transitioned from writing with Pencils to Pen in the fifth grade. The way he gave it to me made me realise how carefully I need to cherish it. I couldn't use the eraser any longer so
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