This is part one of how I got started with fountain pens. I hope this series, together with the stories of other fountain pen enthusiasts, will encourage you to tell your own story. There will be a separate website for these stories. Details at the end of the post.
Rite of Passage
The school playground was empty but for three kids looking extremely pleased with themselves. They could hardly contain their excitement and started bragging to us as soon as we got close. One of them proudly presented a fountain pen he had clipped to a jacket pocket. He explained this was the first day they were allowed to use a fountain pen.
Neither I nor any of the other kids in my school class had any idea this was something special. Being allowed to use a fountain pen was a big deal to these kids. It made them feel more grown up. It was a rite of passage of sorts. They had reached a level of pen proficiency where they were trusted to use a fountain pen without breaking the nib or spilling ink all over the place.