In sixth grade, most kids are in the mode where they rebel against their parents and want to be nothing like them. I could write a thousand words to describe how I went against the grain in this regard, or simply share this picture of my sixth grade graduation. There I was in 1992, the start of grunge era.
Ruby took one look at this picture and burst into laughter. She said to me, "You look like an engineer."
Indeed. I was wearing one of my father's shirts, had pleated pants on and even had a Parker pen, sans pocket protector, in my pocket. I wanted to be my dad.
Unrelated: i never got beat up in elementary school.
I hold in my possession one of Dad's original Parker pens. Have changed the ink cartridge about a dozen times. And have almost lost it 100. It's my biggest prize possession.
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