Pen And Ink

It was pen and ink, I said to my niece.
It was pen and ink I used for that drawing.
Deep silence.
Well, like when in grade school we had learned to write the alphabet with pencils, we progressed to pen and ink.
The pen was a steel nip and the ink was right there on the desk, in an inkwell.
The desk was 0f wood and....
I know, I know , yelled my niece, excitedly. I saw that in a movie about the old times.
So there were my earliest memories of writing and reading, remembered as if they were part of a movie.
And yet. It did happen more than fifty years ago.
And here I am, using the same equipment I used to learn to write "skoenskrift", literally "beautiful writing", only this time I am making silly drawings of cats dancing.
It feels like a big circle, and it does not feel so bad.