When i was younger we had a huge stump in the backyard and on weekends my dad would make my siblings and I hit the stump with hammers like it was a chore to “keep the stump from getting out”
maturing is giving up pencils for pens. i haven’t used a pencil since sophomore year of high school. while you’re squeakin with the .7 mm bic lead i got that sharpie gel glide