Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
I remember being incredibly sentimental but I can’t think of anything that I was incredibly attached to when I was younger. It embarrasses me to admit that I used to carry a journal around with me in high school. I’d even write in it. It was also in high school that my love for stationery, particularly fountain pens, began.
Since I received a pen on my 16th birthday from my aunt, I’ve carried around one with me everywhere I go. They’ve worn holes in my pockets. Leaving the house without one feels like I’ve left my wallet or phone behind, even though it’s likely to never get used. Still, I carry one dutifully.
I’m attached to its potential, I suppose. When you need a pen, it’s nice to have one. A couple of years back, I started carrying a small notebook with me, too. They’re both handy.
I guess, I’d have to say that I was attached, perhaps incredibly, to a pen. And, I still am.
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