I moved out of my parent’s house in
1995. You know what I miss the most from the house? I mean the house itself, not
the family who lived with me, or the occasions & events that happened
there.
I miss the pencil sharpener. It was a
1960’s vintage mechanical hand-crank type, in technical terms a
"planetary sharpener". It was mounted on the wall in the basement room where I
hung out as a teenager.
The room was square, wood walls and
floor, no carpet, no windows and no door. But right there by the doorway was
the pencil sharpener.
Sharpening Old School, baby! |
I graduated from high school in the
late 80’s, in the days before the Internet and Microsoft Word. At least it was
at my house. So, I wrote all of my book reports and did all of my homework on
paper, with a pencil. I tried to avoid pen because my handwriting is terrible
and I had to go back and erase a lot.
Now, that should explain why I used
the pencil sharpener, but why was that the thing I miss the most?