It's from 7th grade. I remember that my mom ordered a pack of them for me and had my nickname printed on them. I remember, too, that I didn't want to sharpen or use them because I liked them so much. (There's no logic in that, I know. As Jacob would say: Don't judge me.)
How is it that I still have a barely-used pencil from middle school?
How is that I was ever small enough to earn the nickname half-pint?
How is it that I have a son who is almost the same age that I was when I got this pencil?
Eesh.
2 comments:
So sweet
Donna, my nick name was half pint also!!!! My Daddy named me that!!!
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