When I was a teenager, I was
way into fountain pens. My mother had a basic Parker set someone had given her for college graduation in the 30s, and I glommed onto it whenever I could. It was cartridge-capable, and she eventually showed me how to change the cart. I then found Peacock Blue ink, and I never looked back. I love a good fountain pen!
Then we would take our clubs and go out to kill a mammoth for supper.
You did not! Mammoths were extinct!
You hunted buffalo ...
<giggling as I run away ...>